Hi everyone, think I'm going though a total nightmare.
I travelled to be with my relatives this weekend.
When my dad picked me up at the train station - he broke the news my brother was ill.
I burst in to tears as he was driving me back the house.
Transpires he was s* a few times at school (he's 17) then my mum picked him up and brought him home. He went straight to bed. He's a typical teenager who stays in his room most of the time anyway. He had a bucket he was ill in his room - and his own bathroom he used too but he also shares this with my parents (there's three bathrooms but I won't bore you with the geography, there's a bathroom I use which he doesn't.
When I got home I avoided touching door handles and light switches and have washed my hands several times with soap and water.
My dad made me some food - he also washed in his hands. My brother hadn't been near the food prepared or where it was prepared. He did come down once to put the kettle on - my mum then bleached it and the surrounding area.
I've not had hardly any physical contact with any of my family.
My mum did make up my bed however. She said she has been washing her hands too.
My brother cleans my grandad's house for pocket money, and does this on a Wednesday. Last week my grandad had a tummy bug, so that's how we think he caught it. It's surprising though as my brother like me is germphobic and good and washing his hands, etc.
I've been surviving all of this by taking diazepam. It's now 4am in the UK - I have had a few hours sleep but now I have awoken absolutely panic-stricken.
I am staying here until tomorrow evening. This is my idea of complete hell.
Please help, this is unbearable.