Okay this day has been a turning point for me. As you
are all well aware I have been going nuts with the emet lately, its
just been consuming me more than anything lately. I've been thinking,
thinking and thinking about it, and driving myself up the wall. I am so
tired of this emet and want to be free of it once and for all. I mean
what is going to happen when my kids get sick and I KNOW its going to
happen at some point? As you know I am more phobic of others vomiting
than I am of myself. I am so phobic of others vomiting that I feel this
hatred towards them if they have been sick and yes my SIL is not a nice
person but I think in reality a good chunk of why I feel the way I do
about her is because of how she v's and doesnt make a big deal out of
it. And I know its absolutely rediculous that I cannot forgive my
husband for v'ing the night my daughter was born even though he had
more than made up for that and the other bad things that had
done. Of course I had forgiven him for the other bad things that
he did but the fact that he v'ed I cant. I also have a friend who does
v a lot and I am ALWAYS picking on her and so quick to judge her about
other things that are not necessarily related to v than I do with my
other friends, and what is behind all of that? Because she v's so
easily. I came to the conclusion that I am resentful because I am
JEALOUS that they can do it..period! I know it sounds strange but it
makes sense to me. However because of feeling that way, there is no way
I can go through exposure therapy or anything like that unless I do the
dirty deed myself first and I mean that. So this morning I woke up and
the first thing I thought of was marching to the pharmacy and buying
that ipecac once and for all. So I dropped the kids off to my parents'
went to the drug store and as soon as I had entered my heart started
pounding and I felt all panicky. Then I went over to the counter and
basically froze, I was staring into space and just basically was on the
verge of having a panic attack. Apparently the pharmacist had asked me
several times if there was something she could help me with since I was
standing there. I then said something like "ummmm no actually its okay
I was going to ask you if a certain something was on a certain isle but
I think I remember where it is, and besides I should have just asked
the cashier..sorry to bother you" and just left the drug store in a
flash. I couldnt go through with getting the ipecac. I felt like it
basically was hopeless and knew that there is NO WAY NOW I AM GOING TO
GET OVER THIS, but I also refuse to go through any kind of exposure
therapy unless I do the nasty deed. I went back to my parents' and was
about to grab the kids to take them home. I was very snappy with my
mother and she flat out asked me what my problem was once and for all.
I told her "I know you think of this phobia of mine as a big joke and
all and you really shouldnt since I know you are phobic of insects, you
should understand where I am coming from even though its not the same
phobia and I am just SICK of having it and I hate how you overlook all
the things that Andrea (my SIL) has done, and you expect me to also
feel sympathetic towards her for being sick, the day that happens is
the day hell freezes over, understand??" Then my mother started to cry
and what she said had blown me away. She said something like "I'm sorry
if I came off by making the phobia sound like its something to make fun
of. I know I was wrong by making you sound like a selfish person for
not caring about someone who has been sick and I am sorry for that. I
just didnt know how to handle it. As far as Andrea is concerned, you
have nothing to worry about. I honestly dont like her either" then I
flat out asked her why she keeps on treating her like a princess and
treated me like Cinderella when I went through hard times, one being
having the PPD after Stephanie was born. Then she said something like
"I wanted to make a good impression for her and still do for th