I've come to realize that for me, it's not even the v*ing itself - it's the buildup and nausea. I've only been ill once in the past few years, and before that, it had been thirteen years. But in the moment when it happens, you don't really have time to think of how awful it feels. At least, that was my case. I let it happen, sat in shock because I did it and made it through, and did it again and then felt way better.

I would say the lack of control probably plays into it, too. Not knowing when or where it could happen.