Ok. I need to get this out somewhere and no one listens to me here so it seemed like the perfect place! 
Emetophobia is fear of vomiting. Whether it is plain old vomit, watching others vomit or being sick yourself, it is classed in the same word.
I suffer from this. Mainly the others' vomit, but also myself vomiting (at a smaller level i dont get so scared abt it). No idea whether is it extreme or not, but it does effect my life and choices I make.
For example, "look Niamh there is a school trip you really want to go on but it takes 2 hours to get there on the bus!" I wouldn't go (or not without much persuasion and knowing that one of my closest friends were there to help). Even if it was the BEST trip I had ever heard of, its unlikely I'd even grab a letter, due to the fear of the tiny, tiny chance that someone was sick on the bus.
If, sometime, I decide to go on one of these trips (which I am starting to do to help face my fear) I tend to get anxiety attacks prior to it for about a week, which isn't the best I must say. Say people were shouting "Miss!", even if it was to ask how long was left, not to ask for a sickbag or to state someone had vommed, I would start to breathe heavily, feel slightly nauseous myself (well, slightly more nauseous as I'm already feeling queasy from nerves), and would probably have to have someone speaking to me and helping me calm down.
Another example (but more of a real life story), the other day I woke up feeling very ill. I was hot, faint and had a certain feeling in my stomach which to me, screamed vomit. So, I started fretting, and worrying, and it wasn't a full blown panic attack, but it was a minor one. I had to grab a drink (to sip, I was not about to down a litre of water) and I read. For about 2 hours I sipped and read, until I could finally get into bed (doesnt mean I slept though eurgghh).
It's petty as hell, but I can't help it. I'm so lucky to have great friends to help me when I have one of my 'moments', and I am so grateful for it (haah they'll never see this why am I saying it?).
Ok, I've said wayyy too much. I just needed to get it out. I might do another one day but who knows. I'm not even going to proof-read it because cringe. #yolo (sarcasm).
Emetophobia is fear of vomiting. Whether it is plain old vomit, watching others vomit or being sick yourself, it is classed in the same word.
I suffer from this. Mainly the others' vomit, but also myself vomiting (at a smaller level i dont get so scared abt it). No idea whether is it extreme or not, but it does effect my life and choices I make.
For example, "look Niamh there is a school trip you really want to go on but it takes 2 hours to get there on the bus!" I wouldn't go (or not without much persuasion and knowing that one of my closest friends were there to help). Even if it was the BEST trip I had ever heard of, its unlikely I'd even grab a letter, due to the fear of the tiny, tiny chance that someone was sick on the bus.
If, sometime, I decide to go on one of these trips (which I am starting to do to help face my fear) I tend to get anxiety attacks prior to it for about a week, which isn't the best I must say. Say people were shouting "Miss!", even if it was to ask how long was left, not to ask for a sickbag or to state someone had vommed, I would start to breathe heavily, feel slightly nauseous myself (well, slightly more nauseous as I'm already feeling queasy from nerves), and would probably have to have someone speaking to me and helping me calm down.
Another example (but more of a real life story), the other day I woke up feeling very ill. I was hot, faint and had a certain feeling in my stomach which to me, screamed vomit. So, I started fretting, and worrying, and it wasn't a full blown panic attack, but it was a minor one. I had to grab a drink (to sip, I was not about to down a litre of water) and I read. For about 2 hours I sipped and read, until I could finally get into bed (doesnt mean I slept though eurgghh).
It's petty as hell, but I can't help it. I'm so lucky to have great friends to help me when I have one of my 'moments', and I am so grateful for it (haah they'll never see this why am I saying it?).
Ok, I've said wayyy too much. I just needed to get it out. I might do another one day but who knows. I'm not even going to proof-read it because cringe. #yolo (sarcasm).
