I am happy to announce that May 4th we welcomed the newest member to our family.
C.K.and her toys
Which means I am not pregnant anymore, but I am sleep deprived and running around like a goofball after three little ones six and under. It doesn't give me much time to blog, manage my facebook group, or apparently even read blogging comments (I had 18!).
The good news, to all you pregnant mamma's out there that have Hyperemesis Gravidarium - it goes away pretty much instantly after you have the baby. I was sick several times a day up until I gave birth. I had little C.K. and now nothing. I no longer take Zofran, and didn't even ask for a refill during my six week follow up.
So I apologize for not being around much. I still have emetophobia, but after the nine (actually ten) month long puke fest I feel like I have had so much exposure therapy to knock my phobia down to a seriously manageable level. I can even touch raw meat and didn't go wild bleaching after we had a cookout. I am not 100% cured, but feeling pretty darn positive that I have gotten through my bought with emetophobia and I am just going to kick the rest of the fear that is left in me out whether it wants to leave or not.
So stay tuned for more updates, how I am doing, wether I will every do anything with my facebook Emetophobia group, and when I am going to get around to writing that darn e-book.
started around the age of 11.My
dad had been terminally ill since before I can remember. It was so bad I do not
remember him never needing an oxygen tank 24/7.When I was around 11, he got his lung transplant.That is when the terror started.The terror of him dying, me dying,
everyone I knew around me dying.I
would have panic attacks at night, and no one could calm me down.My parents had me later in life because
they struggled with fertility issues.I had a half brother and sister who were over a decade older than I was,
and I used to wish that my parents had me sooner, so I could have more time
with my dad.I used to wish, he
would go away, and my mom would remarry to someone younger and healthier.Then I would feel guilty for having
When I was in the 6th grade, on a three-day
weekend, I got very sick.I threw
up a few times throughout the night.It was the first time I had vomited in a few years. It was around this
time that I realized I had been molested a year or two before.This developed into a fear of men,
including my dad.Shortly after
his lung transplant, we were told that he was rejecting his lung, and was going
to die in about two years.I did
not tell anyone about the molestation, because I did not want that to be one of
the last thoughts on my dad’s mind before he died.
In my teen years, my phobia got worse.One time when I was in Junior High, I
was in the bathroom, and through the walls heard my dad throwing up in the
other bathroom.I walked in on him
the next time he was doing it, and I still remember the sight and sound of it.
Face red, cheeks puffed, trash can up to his face, and loud as hell.I went to school that day different.I was scared of what was waiting me
when I got home.Maybe I thought
my dad would be dead.Or maybe I
thought that since he had breathing problems he would stop breathing.Whatever it was, for me I think
that is when emet really started.
My grades started dropping.I was still very phobic of death, and men.I could not figure out what was
scarier, vomiting, dying, or marrying a rapist or child abuser. My mother’s and
my relationship became very strained.She became depressed, and emotionally abusive.Nothing I did or said was right, and I had very little
control of my own life.When I was
17, I started going downhill.I
was smoking, getting into bad relationships, and before my 18th birthday,
I ran away from home.
By the time December came around, I was pregnant.I was so scared of morning sickness I
contemplated abortion.I could not
bring myself to have one though.I
am happy to say that my daughter turned my life around.I became more responsible, got a
college degree, and found a love I never thought I could have.I married my now husband, and had a
son.Life was good, but I was
still very emetophobic.I thought
after having two kids, I was mostly cured of my fear of vomiting.It kind of went on the backburner,
unless one of us got sick.Then
the panic would set in.Once when
I had a stomach virus, I was in the bathroom with diarrhea, just knowing I was
going to throw up, and screaming to God to make it stop.I did not throw up that time.
Things hit rock bottom in February of last year.I was getting pretty fed up with being
phobic by then.My husband, son,
and daughter all got sick within days of each other.I remember freaking out pretty bad, and getting in the car
driving, thinking I would never go home again. Of course, I did go home, but I
knew this could not go on anymore.First, I told my husband about my emetophobia, then my doctor, then a
counselor.I made the decision I
would do ANYTHING I could to overcome this phobia.I started frequenting emetophobia websites, learning about
norovirus, and telling myself to just let myself throw up already.I thought for certain I would catch
their stomach virus.I was bad
off. I would have panic attack after panic attack.I could not sleep, work, or take care of anyone.I was either pacing, or in the rocking
chair just waiting for when it would happen.I cried all the time, got very angry, and started
havingflashbacks of my very scary
childhood.I lost sleep, stopped
eating, and lost 30 lbs almost instantly.I was scared all the time, sick with worry, in pain, exhausted. Nothing
my doctor or counselor did was helping.I began contemplating suicide.When they suggested checking into a psych ward, I was scared beyond
belief.I did not know what would
happen in there.Would they make
me throw up?Would the medications
they gave me make me throw up?Was
I going crazy?It took a little persuasion,
but I remembered that I said I would do anything to conquer this phobia, and
this was the next step.
My time at inpatient worked wonders!The anxiety started decreasing, and has
been decreasing over this last year.However, I am far from cured.I finally found a counselor who was able, and willing to work on the
phobia with me,and I have been
going to see him for six months now.We have tackled words, sentences, movies, and YouTube videos.I am proud to say I have completed my
last video, the walrus vomiting in 50 First Dates,and what seemed impossible then is now possible.I do not suffer from OCD anymore. My son recently had a stomach virus and
I stayed with him the whole time, and took care of him.I did not run away.
I still have a
ton of anxiety and depression to work on, and my next few tasks are the
trickiest because they all involve the power of the mind.I have to visualize helping my daughter
throw up, holding her hair, stroking her back, and staying with her instead of
heading for the hills.I also have
to visualize the last time I was sick, and my dad being sick, and find a way to
be ok with that.I am sure I will
have to let go of the past hurts, past transgressions, and find a way to move
on from that and be ok with being me.I know now that developing emetophobia was not triggered by one event,
but a series of events that led to a very anxious adult, and that my real
problem is anxiety not vomiting.Eventually I will also have to learn to be ok with myself vomiting. I am not sure how to go about this, but
the desire is there, and I hope to be free from these mental blocks someday if
I keep working on it.