...to be a mom. Today is my birthday. Things were going okay.I usually get very depressed on my birthday. My freind even called and said her dad had a virus that she had to go over and "help" him. I did'nt even ask questions(obsess)which I promised myself I would'nt do this year-just live under the rule of "what you don't know won't hurt you".I let it go and enjoyed the day. My youngest (6 1/2 )came out of school today with this story-She went to the bathroom and her freind that she sits with in class was in there and she thought she was spitting. Her friend opened the door of the stall that she just v*ed in,come to find out, and my daughter sat down and went pee! With all those germs in there! I even phoned her teacher because it's so hard to get a straight answer from my youngest and she was unsure what went on but did say the little girl was sent to the nurse because she had a v* taste in her mouth.Untill this day, I promised myself I would be more careful to not panic my kids and I only ask them to wash their hands after the toilet and after school(or if we're eating out I make them use hand foam). I got to the car and totally freaked out! I started yelling at her to tell my everything that happened, if she's sure she was really sick, ect. and I made her take a bath when we got home. I went in my room and called my mother and just totally lost it !I just went on and on that I don't feel like I was meant to be a mom because I can't handle situations like this and why would my daughter do something so stupid!!!I don't know if my daughter heard any of my conversation but at the time, I did'nt even care.I sent my daughter over there for the rest of the day- now I just feel like she is contaminated. I have plans this weekend and my freind is coming from The UK to visit me next week and now I'm just SURE everything will be spoiled with an sv* in the house. I'm not going to be able to eat or sleep. And my ulcer has already been so bad lately. Sometimes I wish I were dead. And thats AFTER being on xanax and in therapy, and I've had hypnosis. I just want to give up.I don't think I have this phobia anymore. I think IT has ME. I'm so sorry to have entered this long post but I need to get it of my chest. My husband-I can't talk to him. My mom already thinks I'm nuts I think. I'm just so ashamed of myself-I never meant to be like this!