Hello everyone, I am ileah. I am 43 years old and I can't believe I am just now finding out that I am not a freak!. I have been doing alot of reading about this and I realized that I know what started my emet and I want to share it with you all. When I was about 6 or 7 years old my grandmother was babysitting me and my cousin who was 2 at the time. My grandmother was holding my cousin on the sofa and he spit up on her a little and she asked me to go get a wet washcloth. As I was standing at the sink, she walked up next to me (still holding him) and he leaned over and V'd all over me. I remember screaming to the top of my lungs and that is all I remember. To this day I hate him for that becauseeven though I know he was only 2, he lives his life now completely normal and I have been affected for all these years. I don't have this to the point that some do, I had two children andwas able to help them thru illnesses but I found as they got older, I started backing off. My husband got a sv eight days ago and I completely broke down and my mother took me to the emergency room. Parthenon Pavillion wanted to keep me fora few days but I could not do it. I also suffer from depression. It runs in my family, so the two things together just about killed me. I pray everyday that nobody gets sick around me and this effects everything that I do. I did start therapy yesterday and I felt okay after that, I hope it gets better, I do not want to live like this anymore and I am so gratefulthat I found this site.