Hey Everybody. My name is Debra. I am 25 years old, live in Manhattan New York with my fiance, Joseph whose a civil engineer. I work over on Park Avenue and give people facials and various body treatments for a living. I earned a bachlors degree in Psychology from Rutgers University and after school, I went back to school to learn skincare. I LOVE what I do. I get paid for drinking hot tea, lighting candles, listening to soothing beautiful music and making people feel loved and relaxed. That is until I hear of the stomach virus going around and then I get severe anxiety putting on the steam for my facial and touching peoples faces---HAHA....What I do is very hands on so if there is even talk of someone being sick, it puts me into a state of anxiety. I've gotten much better then I used to be though. Otherwise I probably wouldn't be in the in the profession that I am in- Where it's constant hands on. I have suffered from this for as long as I can remember. I've always been petrified of V. When I was a little girl I ate a poisenous (I'm the worst speller--sorry)mushroom from the backyard and my mom paniced and called the doctor who advised her that she give me Ipicup Syrup. I was not even four years olf at the time and I have no recollection of any of this this is the only thing that can explain this intense phobia that I've lived with for basically my entire life. Anyway my mom said one minute I was smiling and she was giving me the stuff and like moments later, I was deathly ill...She said it broke her heart to watch me like that and she basically just held me for hours while I didyou know what. THAT WAS THE LAST TIME I EVER V.I remember when I was about 7 or 8, I was in Toronto Canada with my parents and I ran out of the bathroom with my pants down because a woman had come in and V. Kind of funny watching a little girl come busting out of the bathroom, pants around her ankles, tripping and falling all over the place....I refused to go back into the restauraunt so my mom and I basically sat outside in thd cold while my dad finished his meal...When I was about 10, my cousin Randi who I love dearly--she is now one of my best friends...We grew up together and have always been close...Anyway I was at her house one evening and she V..Hahaha....My dad had to come and pick me up and I didn't look, speak, or talk to Randi for like months.....I can relate to each and every one of you and your stories....People think I'm crazsy bc I'm so scared of V yet I am also obsessed with it as long as it's at arms length...Like over the phone. If someone tells me they were sick, I want to know when, how, where---I want to know the details...Very strange....I am sohyper sensitive to it....But I want you to know that I am a very sensitive person in general....I feel things deeply and I consider myself to be very intuitive. Often times I pick up when someone is feeling a certain way and they don't even have to show it...Just the way I have always been. It's a good thing though---it can just get emotionally draining though. Once I had plans to go away for the weekend to Cape Cod with my boyfriend and I had to cancel it bc I had been exposed to the SV. I had spent the day with one of my girlfriends and she called me the next day and asked how I was feeling and I said, "fine....Why?" And she told me that she was up V all night...So of course I broke into a sweat, started pooping my brains out (sorry graphic)from the anxiety and cancelled my plans for the weekend to cape cod cause I was so nervous about getting the SV. Of course I never got it....I've been exposed to the SV A LOT and somehow I managed to either not get it or if I did get it, I never V (just S*I* my brains out). When I was in highschool, I worked at this restauraunt and the SV was going around....Well....I caught it or I caught something but it was so bizarre...WHile most people were V--the only thing that happened to me was that my arms and limbs were sore and in pain....VERY ODD...Maybe I've just gotten luckey or maybe there really is somethin
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