As most of you know, my mother has been an emet since she was a little girl, and she's almost 50 now. She is the one who trained me to be terrified of v*. All my life, we were partners in our fear. She'd be the one I would call up and cry to if I felt really sick, and she'd be sympathetic and understanding.
Well, over the past couple of years, I've noticed that her panic attacks have went away. She used to call me up freaking out that she would throw up or have a heart attack. She was having dizzy spells and hot flashes (which turned out to be "the change of life") and was convinced that she was dying. Well, a month or so ago, she called me up and said she almost v*d out of nowhere. She ate lunch and just said, "Whoa. I'm going to get sick." She simply went to the bathroom and waited, with no anxiety whatsoever.
On Monday, I had real nausea. I had eaten lunch, and an hour later, I was literally hovering over the trash can, thinking it was going to happen. But it didn't, thank God--but I panicked for over 3 hours and took Dramamine like it was candy. Anyway, I called my mom and told her I didn't feel good, and we ended up talking for a long time. She admitted that when she gets like that, she just WANTS to throw up and get it over with. I asked her if she was still afraid, and she said she wasn't. Mom said that ever since she went on Paxil 3 years ago, she's been gradually getting better--no therapy or anything. She will be going off the meds b/c she's not scared anymore.
Is it possible to simply "grow out of it?!" I can't believe this--all her years of suffering, and then she's all better now. It must be a miracle from God, b/c I don't know what else could have helped her.
I'm happy for her, but at the same time, I'm angry. Why couldn't she have been cured of this years ago, while she was shaping who I was going to become as an adult? If she had me when she was 40, instead of 24, I might have been a normal kid. But these are circumstances that I obviously have no control over. I guess I'm just jealous. But if nothing else, this has convinced me to go on Paxil. Since I'm her daughter, maybe it will work for me as well as it did for her.