3 times...that was over 14 years ago now. I was only 8 years old at the time.

It was three times in one evening, about an hour apart. I wasn't even emet when it came on, but after it happened I was so traumatised, having spent my childhood v* free, that I remember saying to my mum 'I don't want to be sick ever again' but an hour isn't enough time for full blown emet to take hold, so I relented twice more that night. It was nearly 4 times but I remember clear as day fighting the last bout of nausea off. Ugh.

I remember two weeks later, July 1994, I felt really n* again and had a night of panic and that was when emetophobia started. For six months I barely ate without feeling n* and my parents couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.

But why why why do I remember EVERYTHING about that night as though it happened yesterday? Of all the nice things that have happened since as well, huh!

It's tragic to say, but the evening of 2nd July 1994 was the most traumatic event of my childhood - all cos I threw up three times! I'm lucky that I had a very good childhood, so I suppose there was something I needed to be afraid of.