Dear anita:
yes I’m 24 and my mother always took care of me, maybe a bit too much sometimes, I remember when I was around 7 I had severe food poisoning that lasted for days and she took me to the hospital because I was dangerously dehydrated and I refused to drink or eat anything, then the doc scared me saying I will stay in the hospital if I refused to drink the orange juice he gave me, so I did. Since then I think that’s when I started to not like hospitals. I never saw my parents ever get sick or my two older brothers, just fever or little colds. 2015 When it happened I thought “Why me?” I didn’t like to be the center of attention. When I went to the kitchen to go upstairs for the bathroom to clean it my mother was like eugh! that smells bad… I felt more shame, she didn’t mean to do that though. When done cleaning I went back to the kitchen and she gave me a glass of Eno and took one or two sips and again I rushed to open the door and go outside and everyone could see me, I even missed a bit and hit the balcony and I heard my dad screaming inside “not there!” done it 6 more times and I felt much better. I wasn’t that scared at the end I was mostly thinking “come on end it already” And that was it, went to bed and during the night I had a fever and I barely eaten anything during the day so I forced myself to eat soup.
The emetophobia I have is not very serious and I don’t let it stop me to eat or live, yesterday I wasn’t feeling that great but I went to visit my friend because I told him I would visit him, I’m able to see people get sick in front of me too and I won’t freak out. Everything is making more sense now.
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