Wow, bizarre to be back here after so many years! I was a fairly active member of these board around 2006-2007 if I remember correctly. This week I've felt compelled to come back and share my story, and let everyone here know that there IS hope that you can and someday will recover from this horrible phobia.
Back when I was active here I had two very small children. I was married - unhappily. My life revolved around this phobia - I was afraid to take my kids anywhere for fear they'd pick up The Bug. I wasn't enjoying them like I knew I wanted to and should. I was miserable in my marriage - and I take a good portion of the blame in my failing marriage, because I know this phobia made me miserable to live with. My outlook on life was bleak, my happiness was next to none, and I lived every day in fear of IT happening to myself, my husband, or my children.
I tried hypnotherapy with little success. My kids got older. I had a third child, and my oldest started kindergarten. My marriage continued to deteriorate, and I filed for divorce that spring.
I moved out of our family home with my children, my ex-husband having visitation every other weekend. I realized then that I was on my own, in charge, but completely responsible - I had no backup if my children became ill. It was terrifying. But I stepped it up....I got stronger. I did, because I had no choice. And IT happened - with two children in school that fall, it was bound to happen. They caught the bug, and I freaked out....but I took care of them. I made it, I survived....and after the fact, I realized it wasn't the worst thing in the world that could happen.
One weekend it sort of hit me - I was FINALLY in control of my life. ME, I was in charge. I did a lot of soul searching, and thinking about my phobia. I had always flirted with a fear of v*, but I'd lived my life without it taking complete hold on me. I had gone to college, I'd lived in the dorms, I partied with my friends, and never really thought about v* unless it was in my face - but I wasn't afraid in my day to day life. It wasn't until I began having problems in my marriage that everything with this phobia really blew up. It wasn't until I felt like I had no control over my life that this phobia got ugly. It was like my mind had decided Ok...you're not in charge here, of anything. Let's focus on this one thing - this one thing is something that you can TRY to control. And things just spun out of control.
That was a healing weekend. Things started to come into focus and make sense. So I threw myself head long into my life - with the mindset that I and only I am the person in control of my life. Over time I noticed that my phobia was starting to slip away, being replaced with other more important things. I found someone I enjoyed spending time with....eventually it turned into more, and I realized that I had found love again, someone I was much more compatible with. Someone who also has three children. We got married almost two years ago, and have all six of the kids in our home the majority of the time. It's loud, and crazy, and so much fun. I love the life I've created for myself.
This past week has been challenging to say the least - but challenging in a normal, regular old mom way, not in a phobic way. Yes, my friends, for a week now the horrible bug has been working through the children. It's probably the worse one I've seen - I had to take my four year old to the ER over the weekend for fluids and meds because he was SO ill for so long. And not once did I panic....not once did my heart beat even a little faster. All of my old ways are gone - I remember not eating for a week if one of my kids had It, because I wanted an empty stomach in case I got It. Yesterday I was eating a sandwich - holding it in one hand and holding a bucket in the other for my actively ill child. I ate pizza last night! It just doesn't even phase me in the least any more. I haven't gone through gallons of bleach, my hands aren't raw and bleeding from washing.
I am better. I can say with 100% confidence that I'm completely cured of this phobia. I'm living the life I always hoped I'd have, but didn't think I could. It's amazing - locked in this phobia, there's so much we miss. It feels so amazing to not waste 51 weeks of every year wondering if It will happen today....and even if It does happen today, I can still enjoy this day. I can enjoy all 52 weeks of the year, and I do.
My hope is that everyone on this website can get to the place I am. For me, the key was finding the courage to make the changes in my life that put ME in control. Being the person to run my life was what needed to happen for me to recover. I'd be more than happy to message with anyone here, and offer support or answer any question you might have. This life is worth living - I was such a lost cause and worst case scenario, and I've BEAT it. You can too.