I have severe emetophobia. I have had it as long as I can remember. I am now a grandmother of three. My kids knew I couldn't take care of them very well but for some reason my daughter always wanted me when she got sick as a child (which was a lot). I always felt like God must have a sense of humor because none of my friends' children got sick as much as my child did and they don't have this horrible problem. I was a basket case every time. Sometimes I would even go into another room and close my ears and hope they would not see me. Their daddy had to help a lot.
Anyway two of my grandchildren are seven year old boys. They are aware of my problem. Their mother will want me to babysit. They know I don't want them over here if they are sick. Sometimes, one of them will come over here and tell me his stomach hurts but his mother told him that if he told me, she would be mad because I would "freak out" and I wouldn't want to keep him. (She's right!!) It is embarrassing.
My children came over for my birthday. We ordered pizza. The pizza came while I was outside and my children started eating it. I didn't actually see the pizza guy come and my kids told me that they had gotten it out of the refrigerator. They wanted to know "how old it was". My husband and I live by ourselves now and it is not uncommon for us to order a pizza and put the leftovers in the fridge and it will still be there a few days later. Anyway, my son asked me how long it had been in there and my daughter started eating on it and said, "mom I hope it hadn't been in there long because that's all I need. She said she had already had two pieces. She was playing along with him. They hadn't planned it, they just knew the "right" things to say. One started the prank and the other one just ad libbed and kept it going. I was panicking because I thought they had gotten old pizza and would possibly get food poison. They both started laughing. They were actually eating the pizza that had just been delivered but knew I would believe their story. After realizing they were joking, I acted like it didn't bother me that much.
Last night for the new year, I got messages from both my kids. My son sent me a video text message on my phone titled " A video for mommy" It was a child on a video game that had supposedly been given beer and gotten drunk at "New Years" It wasn't real. He started v* all over the place. My son narrates it and it looked like you were actually in the room. It was very graphic both visually and audibly. I felt so hurt. I called him and didn't sound to happy and he couldn't understand why I didn't think it was that funny. I changed the tone a little bit and acted like it didn't bother me that much. I'm just wondering if anybody else has had people make "light" of this phobia. When people do make "fun" I usually act like it doesn't bother me. I try to see what it must look like to them. This illness doesn't just affect me. My kids had to experience it with me while they grew up. They were always understanding but I always felt guilty that I didn't help them a lot with this. Maybe this is just their way of handling my stuff. I know they don't want to hurt me. Sometimes it does help to not take it so seriously, but normally I would have not been able to watch a video like that and I think that went a little too far.