It's such a relief knowing i'm not the only one with this problem. I'm in the process of trying to understand what's happening to me, and maybe you can help me so here's my story.
First, I think I pinpointed what initially sparked my fear of v*. When Iwasin first grade, I woke up one morning to my mother yelling for my father saying that the cat was throwing up blood. I didn't see anything though because I chose to hide under my covers and pray that my cat would be okay. They took her outside and she wound up passing away on the deck. We called my grandpa who was gonna come and help bury the cat later after i went to school. I remember looking out onto the deck as I left and I saw my cat lying there, motionless, with a few blood drops around her. I was devastated. Since then, throwing up has terrified me.
In 3rd grade for some reason I got it in my head that i might throw up if I eat. So I struggled with that for a year until somehow I just decided to eat normally one day and was seemingly fine. Still, I'd flip out if any of my classmates threw up.
Fast forward to present day. It was about two months ago I went on my first overnight field trip for Deca at my highschool. I am such a homebody, but I felt it would be a good experience. Naturally I got rather homesick, and the following morning I didn't feel that well, but I had to compete. I saw some girl eat a croissont and for some reason I began to dry heave. There was nothing for me to throw up cuz I hadn't eaten yet because it was early in the morning. I managed to force myself to compete aftewards, but the entire day I was terrified. The next morning I remmebered what happened the morning before, and I dry heaved again, terrified. I tried to make myself sit through the awards ceremony but I had the overwhelming urge to get out of there or I'd lose my mind because my heart was beating so fast. Since I got home, nothing has been the same. I'm constantly afraid of randomly throwing up although I know it's stupid. At first I'd hardly eat anything, and I fell into a depression where I was constantly in a dark place and always wanted to just stay in bed. I was afraid to go out in fear of making myself dry heave and embarrass myself in front of people. That feeling is still there, though not as bad. I'm also afraid to eat in front of people. I really can't stand living like this... I don't want to miss out on fun things in life just because I'm afraid of either making myself dry heave or throw up. HELP!