It's not one specific event that triggered my fear, but more like a chain of events added together. I remember my brother v*ing when I was really young, about 5-6 years old. I also remember specific events where I got sick, and I can still remember each one. It just got worse with age, I guess. I'm 14 now. The worst part of v* for me is the panic moments before. When it actually happens, it's not so bad for me. But it's the dread, the feeling that you KNOW it's going to happen, just moments before. It's a terrible feeling.