So, I'm on my way to my first therapy session, and my husband insists on coming with, because he has been really worried about me, wants to know what the therapist has to say, etc. But he's not feeling too well. Says it is stress. Oh, did I mention he drank 14 beers last night to blot out his feelings? Ahem. Anyway, he's got the car window open for the fresh air, and is talking about how awful he feels, and I'm like, great, we're late, and I have to deal with this. Then he tells me to pull over, and gets s* on the side of the road. Ugh.
I must say, I think I handled it well. I just sat there and had my own private panic attack, but kept it to myself, because he doesn't know about my emet. Also, I think he was sick because of the drinking, so probably not contagious. But the emet in me is still freaking out. He has been having d* for the last few days, but insists it's stress(which happens to him a lot), and since he doesn't know about my emet, he wouldn't be lying to protect me. My logical mind tells me it's probably not a sv, probably just his drinking, but can anyone reassure me anyway?
P.S. I gave Sage's handout to my therapist, and she didn't laugh at me like I was afraid of. I don't think she's familiar with emet, but she said she has treated some other phobias/panic disorders before. She was really impressed with the handout. Right on Sage! I'm still not sure if this is going to be a good working relationship, but only time will tell.