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remember way back when this thread was first started, actually the day
it was started, and how I kept meaning to write something down here and
always went to do it, but nothing sounded quite right so I would either
back space the entire thing or just not bother all together. But one
thing is for sure, I have read every single one of these posts and feel
as though I know you guys inside out, and why shouldn't I, we're a
perfect lil Emet family! So, guys, although I don't really know what to
write, I know I should, so here goes nothing.
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I suppose that
Emetophobia knew me before I knew Emetophobia. And because of that, I
suppose that anxiety, OCD, and a life of fear new me as well, and
sometimes I wonder if they know me better than I know myself. Although
I'm 13 years old, I feel as if I've been fighting Emetophobia for
decades. Although I do not want to throw a pity party for myself, I can
truthfully state that my life has been anything but easy. Even as a
little kindergartener, I would fake sick just so that I didn't have to
go to school for fear that another would get ill. This affected the way
I made friends. Medically, from the ages of 2-5 or 6, I reckon, I was
very weak, having over 9 medical operations in this short time span. My
father was diagnosed with Cancer in June of grade 5 (I'm now a grade 8
student) our world was turned upside down. As an only child, I had no
siblings to share my frights with. My father went through Chemotherapy
rounds, Radiation, and eventually surgery, and I lived in a world where
my father was always vomiting and sick. At the time, I was able to rub
his back, hold the bucket, and tell him it was okay, all while he was
being violently ill, something an Emet would see as impossible. And
even though I am an Emet since birth, I did these things with courage,
because he was my father. After a re-diagnosis in 2003 with no chance
of getting better, my life and memories were bitter sweet, as doctors
pronouced he would not survive to see Christmas of that year. But I
remained strong and informed, all the while living with my fear, OCD,
anxiety, depression and IBS, but compared to my father, these things
were left on the back burner. On October 4th, 2003, my father went into
Pallitive Care in the Newmarket Hospital, where I took all days off
school to visit him. I, surprisingly, had not difficulty entering the
hospital, and even when he was in ICU unit after his 14hr. operation, I
somehow managed to stay with him, although it seemed impossible for an
Emet to do. After being in a 24hr coma, me never leaving his side, on
October 13th, 2003, Thanksgiving day, my father passed away from a
couragous battle with cancer. The days after were a blur, and the
months after full of deep dark places, suicide thoughts and both severe
and uncontrolable fear. I was nausea every day from my anxiety being at
such a high and went in for many tests, as at the time I didn't know
what an anxiety disorder was, and doctors suspected I may have
something severly wrong, their worst fear? Cancer. All tests came back
negative and my specialist diagnosed me with SGAD (Severe General
Anxiety Disorder), Depression, OCD, IBS. I began treatment about 6
months ago from a physchiatrist who I am currently seeing weekly after
Hypnotherapy having no use on me. That pretty much brings me to where I
am today...a young girl of 13 who has had one hell of a life thus far.
My hopes for the future is that I can help people overcome their
difficulties, which is why I have done certain things in my life that
shall lead me to where I want to be: my goal? A physchiatrist. When my
father was re diagnosed, I proudly cut off 10 inches of my hair to be
made into a wig for children who lost their hair to Chemotherapy, also
raising a little under $20
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