I'm emetophobic. I've only known what this is for about three years now
- before that, I just felt like I was crazy. Never talked about it, but
I adopted all of the "weird" emetophobic habits... like using the
bathroom stall farthest from the door, being meticulous with food
hygiene, flushing toilets with my feet, avoiding public transportation,
no roller coasters, no drinking, etcetera.
I had an episode on Saturday that turned out really suck. I'm going to copy it directly from my LiveJournal.
My grandfather has cancer and is doing
chemotherapy, which most of you probably know makes you v- a LOT.
A whole bunch of my family came in for the weekend, because it's my grandma's 75th birthday.
We went out for supper, which was a stupid idea because grandpa isn't doing so well, he can barely walk, too.
Before the appetizers came, grandpa v-. I know wasn't his fault.
But I had a panic attack and spent the rest of the evening out on the restaurant's porch, shivering.
Mom yelled at me in front of the whole restaurant, calling me melodramatic and an insensitive jerk.
She doesn't believe that emetophobia is a real phobia. I've shown her
websites, tried to explain it - she thinks I'm just exaggerating for
attention. Yeah. Like I enjoy being yelled at in front of a hundred
people.
I feel absolutely horrible because I panicked and put my grandfather on
the spot. I can't talk to him about it because he's not an easy person
to talk to, and we've never been extremely close - but he only has a
few months left to live.
I'm confused as to what I can do about my parents... especially my mother.