All posts tagged: emetophobia

6 Things An Emetophobic In Recovery Wants Struggling Emets to Know

Hey you. Yes you – the emetophobic reading these words. Please know that whether you have just discovered this crippling phobia has a name, or you’re at your lowest of lows, I’ve been there. I’ve walked in your foot steps and I know things are so hard right now. You may be really stuck, or perhaps you’re just beginning to explore how to make your life better but haven’t found anything that’s made an impact. I’m here to tell you, it’s okay, I get you, and I want to help you in the only way I know how: by offering advice from someone who’s been there, done that. So, here’s what I feel like you need to know as you begin to process your emetophobia: You Are Your Only Obstacle I think when many people are in the grips of emetophobia, they have a very strong external locus of control. This essentially means that we are convinced that external factors and stimuli control us; and that those external things determine our success and safety in …

Finding #Fearless: The Epilogue, Part Two

This is part one of a two part follow up to my series Finding #Fearless. Names and locations have been changed to protect identities.  Epilogue, Part One | Epilogue, Part Two After only seeing my therapist twice in two months, I walked in to my appointment in September feeling different about being there. He asked me, “How are things going, let’s get an update on the past month?” I took a moment, and that’s when I told him: “I don’t know, I just don’t feel like I need to be here today.” That’s actually pretty freaking huge. About a month ago my therapist declared me recovered from emetophobia. It was a very odd transition, because I had literally just started getting back to a normal state of mind. And, not soon after that, I started to have anxiety flare ups again that made me start to question if I could really be recovered. Did he speak too soon, or did I bite the bait too quickly? What if I wasn’t ready to be deemed recovered and …

#Fearless Family: There’s Always Light In The Dark

The following post contains content that could be triggering to those currently struggling with self harm and/or depression. If you ever in crisis or need hope in a time of darkness, please reach out to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (US) or, for those not in the states, to a Suicide Hotline in the UK. By Ches Powell #Fearless Family Writer It’s easy to say I have an addictive personality. As well as an expressive one. For me it’s natural to slip into dangerous patterns of behaviour. Follow the loop round from a trigger to a full blown breakdown. That’s how I lost six months of my life that I will never get back. It was September. There were leaves still on the trees, although they were starting to fall by then. I was obsessed with some song that I’ve forgotten the name of now. It was one of those songs that pretty much sucked except that one line you really identify with. I don’t even remember the line now, but I remember singing it to myself …

#Fearless Family: Light At The End Of The Emetophobia Tunnel

By Jessica B. #Fearless Family Writer I might be one of the luckiest emet’s in the world. That is, if you consider having photographic evidence of the moment your phobia first physically manifested to be “lucky.” Can you tell which one I am? If not, well maybe this helps. Still not sure? How about I just tell you. I’m the one standing as far away as possible from the other kids, and judging by the haircut, I’m going to say this photo was taken sometime during second grade – the year it all began… To say I’m a lucky emet goes deeper than the possession of these photographs. I consider myself lucky because I know exactly how I got where I am today. What started as extreme avoidance of a black t-shirt and staying up way past my bedtime, gradually evolved into an adolescent, and eventually even an adult, who struggles on a day to day basis with an irrational fear of vomiting. I’m sure every single person who lives with emetophobia could fill the …

Finding #Fearless: Conquering Emetophobia

This is the third part of a six part series called Finding #Fearless. It’s the story of my life, my journey and the struggles I’ve endured that have made me who I am today. All names and places have been changed to protect the people involved. To read the rest of the series, please click below: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Emeto…what? That’s a pretty common response when I tell people about the phobia that has been a part of my life since essentially birth. Emetophobia, the irrational and intense fear of throwing up, is a very common, but generally unknown, panic disorder and phobia. People who suffer from emetophobia fall into one of the following categories: afraid of just themselves throwing up, afraid of just others throwing, or afraid of both themselves and others throwing up.

We Are Fearless: The Silent Struggle

By Laura Ackerman #Fearless Family Writer I don’t tend to keep secrets about myself. I’m one that believes revealing our personal vulnerabilities and challenges, open us up to authentic relationships with one another. Here, I am going to tell you about a phobia I have that has impacted my entire life in so many debilitating ways. Nobody knows the true intensity of my phobia. This will be the first time I have ever discussed it openly.

Dear Diary: Why Does Emetophobia Exist?

Why does emetophobia exist? It’s a puzzling question that I think every emet has probably taken to asking themselves at least once. Of course, it may not come in such an existential way. It might take the form a little more like… Why do I have this phobia? What did I do to deserve this? Why me? If you talk to an emetophobia sufferer they will tell you two things definitively: they want to be rid of it and they wouldn’t wish it on their worst enemy. And, I think that for many emets if they can figure out the why’s and the how’s, they will be one step closer to understanding how to overcome this.

Dear Diary: Healing Is Not Linear

On a late night walk with my husband through our neighborhood while searching for Pokemon (Team Mystic!), I opened up to him that I was feeling a little down and frustrated. He asked why and I felt silly just saying it. I felt like with all the positive progress I had made, that I was somehow stalling and possibly starting to roll down hill. I felt like while I had conquered one major aspect of my phobia (others feeling sick), I was now wading neck deep in a reemergence of personal anxiety towards getting sick.

We Are Fearless: I Am Not Emetophobia

By Jennifer Malcome #Fearless Family Writer I seem to be the same as others in that I can vividly remember all the times in my life when I got sick or someone around me did, and most of those times in all honesty weren’t traumatic enough to generate a phobia. Except for one time, when I was 13. I was staying with my sister and her family several states away. Something traumatic happened to me during that trip, and also my sister’s husband (whom I was spending time with for the first time) turned out to be a complete jerk whom I was afraid of. Coincidentally, he suffered from migraines, which of course made him sick at his stomach. That’s the first time I remember feeling panic and running away when someone around me was ill, even though I knew it wasn’t contagious. Also I have suffered from IBS from age 9. Between becoming afraid of nausea and vomiting (an imagined problem) and of an IBS attack that would give me severe cramps and diarrhea …

Dear Diary: We All Have Our Limits

It’s no secret that I see a counselor. In fact, I think I might annoy people by carrying the good word of the benefits of a good counselor far and wide. It truly does make a difference, and this week I learned a very valuable lesson from my counselor that is going to serve as my weekly inspiration. I opened up to him about another big episode of anxiety and we began talking it out. He walked me through it, made me look back and try to pick out exactly what was happening in my life to trigger it. Once it was all said and done, reasons discovered and reactions explained, he ended it with this: