Mine started in the fifth grade, so maybe 10 or so. Yeah, I think I was 10. I got really s* at school and had salmonella poisoning for about a week. It was miserable. Once I hit 6th grade I was fine and stayed that way until about 18 or so. I got pregnant at 20 and had violent morning sickness the entire time and that was really what launched my emetophobia into high gear. I distinctly remember when my son was an infant, maybe two months old, my mom was making dinner. My dad went outside and was gone awhile. I figured he was just out there smoking. He came back in and my mom was getting plates made up and he said, "don't make a plate for me. I just p* in the yard." I remember freaking out, worrying me and/or my son would catch something. I would later find out my dad was battling a nasty head cold and had gone outside to smoke and had a coughing fit until he gagged.

It hasn't eased up since. It's really gotten bad the past five years or so. I'm 33 now, so this has been a lengthy battle.