Well, I am trying to look on the positive side of all that has happened in the past week, and I realized I learned something important about my emet.
I would have thought that knowing my mother had nothing contagious would have made me feel better, but it didn't. In fact,I felt worse. I had to examine why. I figured out that at this point, I would much rather that my mother had a sv than what her problem really was. I would have rather she had something contagious,and, even if I had gotten it as well; for me it would have been better because it would all be over within a few days.
So I realized it's not v*ing itself that frightens me so badly. It's the idea that it will never stop, that there is no control, that it will continue going on forever. It doesn't matter if it's me, or someone else. The idea that something that is going on in their or my body that can't be controlled or ended is where my real terror lies.
I don't know if this will help me in my therapy, but at least it should lead me in the right direction.
I must face my fear.
I will allow it to pass over and through me.
When it has gone past I will turn my inner eye to see it\'s path.
Where it has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. -Dune