I've had emetophobia since I was in middle school and have always struggled with going out. Concerts, bars (not in middle school lol), and particularly the downtown areas of the cities I've lived in.
Does anybody else have similar troubles? It's really hard to go out to places that I don't have an easy route out of. My digestive system is really iffy, so I feel queasy with alarming frequency sometimes.
I get so anxious when my husband and I are going downtown. The first time we visited Eugene we were going to have dinner at a restaurant and bar downtown and I couldn't even make it past the parking garage. I had been feeling kind of sick and it got worse after we got out--so I asked to go back to the hotel room (a request I make with alarming frequency it seems). We drove for just a few minutes and my stomach got worse and worse until I asked to pull over. I wasn't sick, but I made my husband sit with me while I was paralyzed with fear in an abandoned parking lot. Fear of being sick, fear of being away from home while I was feeling sick, and terrified of making a mess on myself or the car or my shoes etc.
Who else as problems with this? I feel like such an asshole when we're out and I make my husband take me back home. I NEVER go out in someone else's car because then I'm not in control of transportation out of the public place. I don't go out with other people that often, and never out late to a bar for fear of being around someone else who's sick.
I do still make myself go out and I try not to let myself run back home if I'm feeling kind of crappy. Usually it's just air bubbles in my stomach! Why doesn't it matter that I KNOW intellectually that I won't be sick while I'm out??
I know it's good to push my boundaries, but it never seems to make a difference! It's just as hard to go out every time. I feel so helpless about this! There are tons of really cool things to do downtown, but I make myself sick with worry about getting motion sick from all the turns or feeling sick and needed to leave-and it not being easy to get back home. It makes me feel helpless and terribly guilty for ruining my husband's good time. I know he doesn't mind, but it doesn't make me feel an ounce less guilty.
Please tell me I'm not alone in this!





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