Hi, I'm Kate.
I'm new to this, so I thought I'd share a bit about myself. I am married with two children, aged 7 and 4. I have never liked or been okay with v*, but I got through it and fortunately, haven't had to do it very often. It's been over 20 years since the last time, and that was a hangover!
I didn't really think about it too much unless I was n*. I took medication through both pregnancies, but at the time I shrugged it off as "I really don't like to be sick."
Then my son became ill and v* when he was about 2. I did what I had to for him, and then went away, hid, and had a panic attack. Parents will know, it's often a hot topic of discussion at pre-school, what's going around, who's got it, etc.
When my son was 4 and my daughter was 1, we were visiting my in-laws when he got sick again. I remember panicking and feeling trapped; I was sharing a room with my daughter. My son had drank from my cup earlier in the day. I got so anxious, I went to the local hospital and got Ativan.
My phobia has grown into a daily obsession. Will today be the day? Will he/she/they get sick? Then I'll likely catch it and that would be disaster! I watch my children like a hawk. What are they eating? Did they eat enough? Too many sweets? Are they acting normally? Why is he/she so pale? When I think they may become ill ( all the time) I want to run away and hide, but I worry about them when I'm away too. It's to the point that I don't feel comfortable at home; I feel like a failure as a parent. The last time my daughter v*, I called my husband at work and cried until he said he'd come home. Of course, she was fine after that. I slept in our travel trailer in the driveway so I wouldn't be in the house.
It all comes down to them being sick and needing me, and then I will inevitably get it too. Whenever I get close to v* I panic, pace, cry and fight it off however I can. Which is worse I'm sure than just getting it over with. But I can't do it.
I'm so frustrated by this, it's robbing me of my life. I love my children, but I'm afraid of them. My husband is supportive, but he gets frustrated with me too, when I have to ask him to take over while I hide.
Here comes the ironic part. For the last 15 years I have worked as a paramedic. You can imagine the reaction I get when I refer to my 'problem' to a colleague.... It's different somehow, in the ambulance, I can usually handle it. But I have spent the last several years in the dispatch center and though I love being a paramedic, I'm afraid that this will keep me in dispatch because I'm too afraid I'll get sick from a patient.
I've wondered if that's part of my problem; I see some very sick people - they're not just v*. Maybe it's skewed my perspective on illness? All I know, is that it is ruining my life! I'm on constant high alert.
It saddens me to admit that I'm looking forward to my kids being old enough that they can do it without me. I can help them through it, but then I go away and panic, stop eating, and generally feel sick and lousy for days. It's important to me too, that I don't pass this on to them - I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
Anyways, that's me. I'm trying to be positive and hopeful that I can get some relief from this and enjoy my life and my kids while they grow up. Just thought I'd throw it out there and see if anyone had suggestions or common threads. Thank you for reading.
Kate