traveling yet again / exposure

The sick relative that I went to visit at the end of May died earlier this month. It was of course sad but not at all unexpected. She had been sick for a very long time and was continuously getting worse, so at least she is not suffering anymore.

I kind of had this idea that I wouldn’t go back down to Virginia for the funeral, since I don’t share the consensus that funerals provide closure. I had gone to visit her one more time while she was alive, and that was what mattered. I dreaded the thought of having to go through the anxiety of the trip again. But I couldn’t stop thinking about my family, imagining them all going through this awful process without me, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t actually find that version of the future believable. It was a weird feeling, knowing I just had to be there. Even though I was still going through my usual indecisive back-and-forth, part of me knew there was only one option and that no matter what ended up happening on the trip, I would be more miserable if I didn’t go. Because I would no longer be the person I want to be (or the person I am?).

So anyway, I went back down there for another long weekend. And this time, I went alone; my wife wasn’t able to go with me. I took a different flight route and went through two airports I had never been to before. I stayed with my family, both to offer support to them and to try to save money and avoid the hassle of a hotel (which was a terrible mistake, and I forgot being around my family for extended periods of time has a horrible effect on me, but whatever). I went to a wake/viewing and funeral, something I had not done since I was 13 (before my intense fear of death developed). I socialized with a ton of people, family and strangers (and family members I hadn’t seen in so long they were essentially strangers). I hung around my young nephews again. All of these things made me nervous and tense, but I didn’t have any panic/anxiety attacks.

When I think back over the past few months, I’m amazed. It doesn’t seem possible that all this has happened, especially in such a short period of time. I am always trying to motivate myself to create an exposure hierarchy and actually stick to it, and I don’t do it - more out of laziness than the fear of it not going well. But life stepped in and did it for me, even proceeding from an easy step (slow-paced planned trip to New York City by train with my wife) to a slightly harder one (fast-paced last minute trip by plane to Virginia with my wife, staying in a hotel) to the most difficult/stressful so far (fast-paced last minute trip by plane to Virginia alone, staying with my family). Throughout all this, the trip I have to take for work (which probably will be the most difficult of all) has been repeatedly postponed and is currently scheduled for mid-September. I definitely feel a lot more prepared for it and confident that I can handle at least some aspects of it, like the traveling.

And it’s not even just that I “handled” all this. Some parts of it gave me such a high. Particularly the last most challenging trip. I feel bad saying that, given the circumstances of why I had to make the trip, but getting on planes and rushing through airports alone trying to find my gate tapped into this part of me I don’t usually acknowledge. The part of me that wishes I was the complete opposite of who I am, someone who exudes confidence and has everything together. It’s really rare, but every once in a while I feel like I am that opposite-of-me person for a little while, and I always, always love it.

It reminds me of this post I wrote a long time ago (see here) about the idea that anxiety is actually a projection of, or in some way related to, the feeling of excitement. I want so much to be able to face any person, any situation, any challenge (and come away from each encounter with the certainty that I succeeded completely) that it makes everything more terrifying. It means so much to me, that fantasy - an unrealistic and probably unhealthy fantasy, I guess - of being perfect and extroverted and effortless and charming. I know I’m never going to be that person, at least not to the extent I want to be, because I can’t change my entire identity/personality. But it’s nice to have those brief moments where I feel like I am coming across that way to the people around me. And it’s also nice to view anxiety as, in some way, an indicator of my dreams and goals and not just as the sick/defective part of me.

improvement

The trip to Virginia was a complete success! I seriously can’t believe how well I handled it, especially with all the phobia “triggers” it included:

• Flying, which leads to worries about motion sickness (something I never have a problem with, but I always worry I will), other people getting motion sickness, and catching some illness from someone on the plane.
• Socializing frequently with people who may or may not be sick. I was only hanging out with my family, and they don’t know and/or understand and/or care about my phobia (we don’t really talk about anything emotional, so I am unsure who knows/understands what). So I could not rely on them to look out for me by warning me that they were sick or had been sick recently. It seemed like one of them might have a cold, so that was a little stressful, but nothing came of it. For all I know, it was allergies.
• Spending a lot of time in a hospital. I was mainly there to visit a relative who has cancer, so I was in the hospital with them for a few hours each day. I knew I couldn’t catch the diseases of the people around me, but I still felt “contaminated” by germs. Even hugging my sick relative felt unsafe, but I did it anyway. My parents tried to harass me into eating in the hospital cafeteria, but that was something I could not bring myself to do.
• Hanging out with my very young nephews, a one year old and a four year old. This probably stressed me out even more than the hospital. They were all over me, and the one year old even put his hand right on my lips as soon as I walked in the door. Plus they unpredictably cough on you, and every time they eat, I can’t stop thinking about how they don’t know the limits of what they can consume without being ill. On the other hand, they are so adorable and sweet, and I really had a great time with them. I hadn’t met the one year old yet, and I hadn’t seen the four year old since he was a baby, so he didn’t remember me and was excited to “meet” me and show me all his books.
• Spending long stretches of time away from my wife and my “safe space” (usually home, but in this case the hotel room). I would leave in the mornings and hang out with my family most of the day, not getting back to the hotel until the evening. I don’t spend that much time out in public by myself anymore (since I started working from home). Usually when I’m out somewhere for a whole day, my wife is with me.
• Eating while on vacation. This didn’t go quite as well as it did in New York City, because I avoided eating while around my family. But during the times it was just me and my wife, I was completely fine and able to eat normally. We bought a few safe snacks from a grocery store to keep in the hotel room just in case, but we didn’t even eat most of them. We mostly went out, and I got to have all the delicious food I have missed from my hometown that I hadn’t had in SIX YEARS, because when we went down there in 2011 I could barely eat anything.

I didn’t have any panic attacks or intense episodes of feeling “sick”. No feeling dizzy or crappy because I couldn’t eat. No having to cancel plans because of that. No inability to sleep. And not that much holding back from what I wanted/needed to do. I’m so glad that I went and was able to offer some support to my sick relative and the rest of my family.

Compare this to the way the trip went in 2011 (see post here), and I’m amazed at how much has changed in four years. And I wasn’t even aware of it! It’s so weird to have actual strong evidence that all the work I’ve put into getting better has actually gotten me somewhere. I have often felt like I’m not doing enough, but it has helped so much anyway. I think it helped just to make the commitment to learn to think a different way, because now, even when I lapse into old negative thought patterns, there is that sense that I am doing something wrong which leads to the motivation to get back on track.

It also helps that I take better care of myself physically now, specifically when it comes to eating habits. Trying to eat healthier, plus forcing myself as much as possible to eat regularly, on a normal schedule, has cut down on instances of feeling “sick” so much, and that of course means I don’t get anxious as frequently. Seriously. My stomach used to hurt all the time from going long periods of time without eating, and I just kept telling myself it was better and it was safer not to eat, that not eating had to lead to less stomach pain, or would ensure I was safe from getting sick even if I felt stomach pain. The reality is that it made me feel terrible, and then I wondered why I felt terrible all the time and experienced near constant anxiety because of it.

So I’m super pleased. If I can take trips without having some kind of meltdown, even when they are stressful or short or last-minute trips, that would be such an incredible improvement to my life. I want to be able to travel. My dream of eventually getting to Europe is seeming much more within my reach.

accomplishments

I finally did it. I made a doctor's appointment for a check-up. It's at the end of August, and I'm already really worried about it. I can't even put my finger on why exactly, but I guess it's a fear that I'll find out I have some horrible health problem. Or that I have one, but it won't be identified, because I will forget to bring something up or describe something incorrectly. I feel like I should make some long list of all my concerns to take with me, so I don't forget anything. But that would probably be annoying, huh?

I also have been trying to take better care of myself physically - exercising and eating healthy. I wouldn't say I'm doing either enough, but I'm keeping it in mind as a constant goal, and I have been doing better than usual. Last Friday I took the day off work and dedicated the day to relaxation. I didn't speak all day (just thought it'd be nice to have an atmosphere of absolute quiet). I tried to eat all my meals mindfully. I took a long walk around town (it was a gorgeous sunny day) and then did about 45 minutes of yoga. I worked on some writing projects and then later that evening, I listened to my meditation CD. It was the perfect vacation day.

Then over the weekend, I went to see the new Pixar movie Brave. There were of course children in the theater, and as a general rule, I try to stay away from them. They scare me quite a bit, because I see them as being constantly sick. Seriously, it seems like my (almost 2 year old) nephew is sick with something different every single week, sometimes things I have never heard of. But I was able to handle the movie without feeling much extra anxiety. I tensed up slightly every time one of the children walked by me and kind of leaned away from them. That was about it. The movie was incredible, by the way. It was the best kids' movie I've seen in a long time.

After the movie, I went out to eat at a restaurant I've only been to once before. I was really hungry and ate a lot, including dessert. I only had a little anxiety, and it was in the car after leaving, when I realized how full I felt. But it (the anxiety) passed quickly.

I'm so happy with all of this. I feel like I'm doing really well, other than freaking out about the doctor's appointment. It's not for a while, which could either mean I have plenty of time to calm down about it or that I have plenty of time to get more and more anxious. Of course, that's up to me and what I choose to think, so... time for affirmations! 

signs of emetophobia as a child

I haven't ever known someone else with emetophobia in my "real life" (offline). I did have a strange indirect encounter with it several years ago when I happened to hear one of my bosses talking on the phone about her seven year old niece being hospitalized for refusing to eat while sick, because she was terrified of vomiting.

I don't really like telling people about my phobia in detail, and it especially seemed weird to tell my boss, but after hearing that, I couldn't resist emailing her and attaching some websites with more information. She thanked me for the information and said she would pass it on to the girl's mother. We never talked about it after that (which was a relief to me), so I don't know what happened with the girl, but I hope that if she did have the phobia, she got help for it early on. I know from experience that it only gets worse and more ingrained as you get older - you keep developing more and more avoidance behaviors.

I can think of so many obvious red flags from when I was younger that I'm sometimes shocked my family missed them:

• The biggest one, of course, being that whenever someone around me vomited, I would become upset or panicked. When I was very young, this usually bordered on hysteria. I can remember one time in a restaurant where I catapulted over a chair and ran out of the building to escape (and refused to go back in). As I got older, I tried to hide the response more, but I still would usually walk away quickly, avoid looking at the person, and then get extremely upset if I had to be in a confined space with them. I would try not to breathe or would bury my face in something thinking that might protect me from the germs. I would cry or sulk. Sometimes I would get really angry and be hostile to everyone around me.
• There was a time period (not sure how long it lasted) where I decided it was not safe to touch my food at all and would lift my plate or bowl to my mouth and eat like an animal.
• If anyone in the house was sick, I stayed in my room as much as possible. I tried to eat very little. I would sneak "safe food" into my room like individually wrapped packs of crackers. I was afraid to use the bathroom where someone had vomited, which usually meant I would start using my parents' bathroom, because the sick person was almost always one of my sisters.
• I can remember at least a couple freak-outs over me getting a little food stuck in my throat. It wasn't even enough to make me cough, but I still feared it meant I was choking, and that could lead to vomiting. One day my mom explained to me that I wouldn't be able to breathe or talk if I was choking, so then those panics stopped.
• I became extremely opposed to taking vacations with my family, because someone would usually get sick on them. When I vomited last, I was on one of these vacations. I also once had to spend eight hours in a car with my family after one of my sisters had almost vomited that morning.
• I would miss school because of my stomach hurting. From second to fourth grade, this happened rarely, about twice a year. In fifth grade, I had a period of about two weeks where I went home or stayed home every day. Each time I tried to go back, my stomach would hurt again as soon as I got into class, and I would have to leave. Since I was perfectly healthy, people were all over me asking what was "really" wrong, but I didn't know what to tell them, because I had no knowledge of anxiety at that point. In the years after that, I still sometimes went home "sick" because of panicking about something I imagined I felt, but never that many days in a row. I would say it was probably about seven days a year, spread out.

Those are all the signs I see looking back, and I imagine they'd be similar for any child developing this phobia. Not that I'm in a position to give parenting advice, but I would hope that any parent who saw their child exhibiting such irrational and anxious behavior would sit down with them and try to talk to them about it. And then if it does turn out that they fear vomiting, get them some counseling. I'm sure it's much easier to get something like this under control at a young age, maybe even cure it completely.     

irrationality, exhibit A

This morning while I was still sleeping (about twenty minutes before my alarm was set to go off), one of the neighbor's kids started coughing right outside the window, and it woke me up. I wasn't alarmed at first, but it kept going on and then started sounding more like choking and gagging. I pulled the covers up over my head, covered my ears, and started humming really loud. I could still sort of hear it in the background, so I hummed until I wasn't catching snatches of it anymore. I have no idea if anything even happened or if the kid just coughed for a while, but I've still had about a thousand worries today related to this 15-20 second event, starting with the ridiculous idea that the germs might come through the wall or window. Almost every real or far-fetched way illness could reach me is running through my mind. I've been doing so well this winter, not obsessing over contamination, and I'm finding it really annoying. I guess I always hope the thoughts are gone, but really it more seems like they just settle down temporarily. Like the thoughts are leaves and anxiety is a wind. The wind's picked up again, so the leaves are flying around all over the place. It's such a pain. Even if the kid did actually get sick, I know I have no more reason to think and worry about this than I do on any other day, days when other kids in other places might be getting sick without me there to see or hear it. It's just been a while since any of my senses have been exposed to it. If it even happened!

And the tune I hummed to myself was pitiful. In my fear, I couldn't think of one specific song to commit to, so what I came up with barely qualified as musical at all. It got me thinking about how maybe I should pick a song now to use if this ever happens again, which then got me thinking about the movie My Girl. Remember Vada and her "do wah diddy" meltdowns? Maybe I'll just steal hers, it's a pretty good one.

Joking, by the way. Believing I'll be able to handle the next situation is probably a better idea than picking a "panic song."

vacation update

I'm still on vacation. I have had Internet access but up until now have been either too busy or too overwhelmed to even think about what to write here. I'd love to make this entry have a coherent message, but I'm guessing it's going to be more of a blow-by-blow recounting of events. I haven't gotten the best sleep this week.

The first two days were the traveling days. We drove for six or seven hours each day. We got lost twice, once around NYC, once around Philadelphia. I managed my anxiety pretty well while in the car, except for the fact that I hardly ate or drank, because I felt "nauseous" a lot of the time. It was the first nights in the two different hotels that really threw me. It took hours of reassurance from my wife (that I wasn't going to throw up, go crazy, die, or always be this way) before I felt okay enough to get any sleep.

As is usually the case, two days of bad sleep and inadequate eating/drinking led to me feeling horrible. When I woke up Tuesday morning, I felt slightly less anxious but couldn't get up and walk around without feeling nauseous and dizzy. I decided I needed to cancel all my plans for that day and just spent the day in the hotel room forcing myself to eat and drink as much as possible. It was upsetting / frustrating, but necessary. Sometimes the hardest thing about all this is having to accept that I can't do whatever I want whenever I want. I get jealous of other people who can keep pushing themselves without taking a break, who could have packed a million activities and social interactions into a vacation this long. Sometimes I have to work within my limits, and for now, sometimes that includes missing out on things I was really looking forward to. But I'm sure that won't be the case forever.

I did visit my family briefly that night, because I thought I might get a guilt trip if I didn't make it to their house within 24 hours of arriving in the city. That went well, no anxiety attack there, so I knew I was heading back in the direction of normal.

The next day, finally, was like actually being on vacation instead of in hell. I felt almost 100% better physically. First thing in the morning, I went back over to my parents' house, because now my older sister was there with my 15-month-old nephew. I got to meet him for the first time. He wasn't sick at all. I still worried he might throw up on me whenever he coughed, but he didn't. I spent a couple hours with him, and we played with all his toys together. He is adorable, and I love him so much. Spending that time with him really cheered me up.

I also went to the company I work for and saw all the coworkers I haven't seen in two years, which was awesome. I love them all too and have missed actually being around them. My anxiety got really high again though. I think it was partially because I'm not used to being around so many people who know me and are all looking at me, and partially because I knew some of them had been sick recently. I ended up spending a few minutes hiding in the bathroom until I didn't feel so nauseous and shaky. I didn't even really care though. I was so happy to be there that I couldn't muster up the usual annoyance I feel at myself. Seeing them plus seeing my nephew made me feel certain that this trip was a good idea, that it was all worth it, even though it has been challenging. Besides, I'm almost positive I'm not going to get sick. I took Emergen-C for a few days before we left, I take a regular multivitamin every day, and I'm generally very physically healthy and have a great immune system.

The afternoon was a lot of fun too. I hung out in the hotel room with my wife and an old friend of ours from high school. I went to see my grandmother, who is the sweetest woman in the world. I don't think I know anyone who knows how to love people as unconditionally as she does. In the evening, I went back to my parents' again to hang out for a while. Despite doing all these different things, I managed to eat well the entire day!

Today I'm "embracing" my limits again. Both my family and my wife's family are having Thanksgiving meals / gatherings, but I decided not to go to either. I really wanted to go to the one with my wife's family, because I haven't gotten to see my sister-in-law or mother-in-law very much while here. But both gatherings are in another city, and I know a long drive, lots of people, and pressure to eat is likely going to result in me feeling "nauseous" for hours. I know I could handle it, but I really don't feel like forcing myself to get through something else. So I'm hanging out in the hotel for most of the day and seeing my family one more time tonight after they get back from their party. We're leaving early tomorrow morning, and possibly these last two days of driving will be just as bad as the first two days, so I'm sure it's a good idea to have a "chill day" before that.

This trip has really driven home the fact that there is a lot more work I need to do in order to get to the point where I can function the way I want to. I'm definitely going to be recommitting to recovery hardcore when we get home. Less thinking about and resenting my anxiety all the time and more actually doing the things that will help.

Oh, but the good news is that I didn't take any anti-nausea, anti-emetic, or anti-anxiety medicine on this trip. I either talked to my wife or used word searches and crosswords, my emWave, and affirmations to calm down. I'm really proud of that, and of how well I managed to eat overall despite feeling "sick" for hours every day. I suppose I can go as far as to say that this trip has been a good representation of the "emetophobia shmemetophobia" mentality. Not everything went perfectly, but I bounced back like a badass.

emetophobia survey

Friday night of a hectic week. Sounds like a good time for a survey, followed by a lot of lying around and not working for two days. I've seen this posted a few places - not sure where it came from originally.

1. Does your family know of your Emetophobia? I don't think so. To make a long story short, we have serious communication issues in my family.

2. Do your friends know of your Emetophobia? Yeah, probably all of them do. I'm pretty open about it.

3. Would you tell a stranger that you have Emetophobia? I guess it depends. I think the only strangers I have told are doctors / dentists so that 1) they would prescribe me anti-emetics 2) they wouldn't prescribe me anything with nausea or vomiting as a main side effect. It doesn't usually come up in normal conversation for me.

4. If you are currently in a relationship, how long did you wait to tell your partner? We were friends for a while before we started dating, so she already knew all about it.

5. Are you scared to have kids? Of course. But underneath all the fear, I don't think I want kids anyway, so I'm not too concerned about it. My life is pretty stress-free compared to the average person's life, and I have a hard time handling that tiny amount of stress. I can't imagine adding the stress of raising children to that. 

6. If you are a mom who suffers from Emetophobia, how do you deal with the struggles of your kids being sick? N/A, but I'm sure I wouldn't deal with it well at all. I feel panicked even when our cat throws up and usually run to hide in the next room.
 
7. What age did you discover that you had a problem? I was around 11 and found a website describing emetophobia. I can't remember if I was actively looking for an explanation. I had recently had some problems with missing a lot of school because of "feeling sick," so maybe.
 
8. What type of methods have you tried to reach recovery? I've never really believed I could get rid of the phobia completely, but to cope better, I have tried just about everything. Exposure therapy, talk therapy, CBT, ACT, affirmations, all the basic relaxation techniques (meditation, progressive muscle relaxation, deep breathing, visualization), yoga, mindfulness, and hypnosis. Most of this I still do, because I find it all helpful. The only thing I haven't given a fair chance is long-term medication. The side effects scare me too much, so both times I tried it, I stopped after the first dose. 
 
9. When was the last time you have thrown up and why? I was nine years old, and I'm pretty sure it was just a basic stomach virus.
 
10. When was the last time you saw someone else throw up? I'm not sure I remember. I've done a really good job of avoiding seeing it, even if all I could do was shut my eyes or turn my back on it. I feel like my last "direct experience" with it was December 2007 when I went into a stall in a communal bathroom in my college dorm building and then heard the girl in the stall right next to me start throwing up. I ran out right away.

11. What type of foods do you avoid? I don't think I avoid any food all the time, it's more situational. I avoid cooking any raw meat myself, because I don't trust myself to do it right, plus I don't want to deal with that kind of "contamination" stress. I hate trying anything new, so usually I make my wife try it first, and if she doesn't get violently ill from it (she never does), I might have some. I'm afraid of restaurants I've never been to before, so I try to stick with chains. Same for groceries - I have my safe "brands" and hate buying a different brand or the generic brand. When I know I have to go out somewhere, or when I am already in public, I try to go for simple / bland foods only like sandwiches or pasta. Oh, and I always avoid alcohol. The only alcohol I've had in my life was a tiny sip of champagne when I was really young (New Year's Eve).

more on road trips

The test run drive went really well. I didn't even need to get out my written affirmations. It was a quiet, non-stressful drive. Most of the time we were surrounded by farmland. On the way there, I could feel the anxiety start in my stomach at times, and I just tried to bring my attention back to the external world - the music playing, the scenery. I read somewhere (no clue where, my brain is way overloaded with self-help books and websites) about playing a game with yourself to calm down where you look for something that starts with the letter "A", then the letter "B", etc. So I used that to distract myself too.

Sometimes when I start to "feel sick" I view it as a kind of black and white transition where I've left the realm of calmness / happiness, and that's it - now there's no going back. But on this drive I happened to be able to tap into logic (for once) and realize that only a few seconds had passed between feeling absolutely fine and feeling "off" in some way. Obviously I still was absolutely fine and was able to return to feeling that way with a little effort.

I felt a little "sick" after eating in the restaurant too, but it didn't last long, maybe about five to ten minutes of the drive back home. All in all, I'm super pleased with how it went, although I do keep thinking about how tame a challenge it was compared to the much longer trip coming up. My main areas of concern are:

-- the drive itself. We'll be on the road longer, there will definitely be more traffic and crazy drivers. Plus having to eat during the drive.

-- staying in a hotel. The last time I actually threw up, I was in a hotel, on vacation with my family. I know some emetophobes have bad associations with certain foods because they were sick after eating them. That didn't happen to me, but I guess I associate hotels in general (well, they do all look alike and smell alike) with the experience and feel slightly unsafe in them.

-- I'll be meeting my nephew for the first time. He's a little over a year old. I might have to hold him. Part of me really wants to. I've loved him since the day he was born and the first pictures went up on facebook. But part of me worries he will spit up on me. Or get sick on me? At what age does it stop being called spit-up? I have no clue, but really it makes no difference to me.

-- eating in general on the trip, eating away from home, eating around other people. I need more practice with this.

We are planning to have a couple more of these "test run" trips, if we have time to fit them in. The goal for the next one is to go eat somewhere and then go out shopping instead of coming straight back home.

obligatory introduction post

It feels strange to give a background / explanation of something that has been with me my entire life. Chances are you already know something about emetophobia anyway, if you're here, and there are plenty of websites that explain it. Best of which, in my opinion, is this one. I'm not sure about the reliability of the rest of that website, but this FAQ was the first thing I ever stumbled across that made everything make sense to me.

I have no idea what caused my phobia. I have no memory of a traumatic experience involving me or someone else vomiting. I was 9 the last time I actually did throw up, but I must have already had the phobia at that point or was at least on my way to developing it, because I can remember times before that where I acted in weird ways. If my stomach hurt, I would crouch down on the floor if possible, because I thought that made me safer. I would try to hide from my teachers the fact that I felt sick, because I felt it was something shameful. If eventually my anxiety overwhelmed me, I would suddenly blurt out that I didn't feel well and needed to go to the nurse, and the teacher always looked taken aback. At some point in my childhood, I became scared to touch food at all, even after washing my hands, and went through a phase where I ate like a dog, holding my plate or bowl up to my mouth.

I was around 11 or 12 when I started researching online and found the FAQ website linked to above, but it took several more years before I really felt like I had any control over what was happening to me.

So moving on from history, this is business-as-usual nowadays.

-- I feel "nauseous" almost every day. This fake "nausea" is really anxiety, hunger, normal feelings of digestion, indigestion, heartburn, etc. It's hard for me to tell the difference between these and to identify my current feeling correctly. It's gotten easier over the years. But I still frequently get nervous that I am in danger of throwing up, especially if I "feel sick" in public. It's even hard for me to tolerate non-stomach pains, like a headache or general muscle soreness, since I will interpret these as signs of potential illness.

-- I think about the safety of my food a lot, the potential to get ill from food poisoning. This leads to avoiding certain restaurants or types of food that don't seem "safe" to me, throwing food away that is most likely still fine because I worry it has gone bad, or feeling anxious after consuming certain foods that seem high-risk to me. I also have a long list of foods I avoid eating before going out in public or while out in public (anything spicy, greasy, rich, too filling, too sweet - aka anything that could make my stomach hurt). This makes eating on long car trips and vacations difficult. Grocery shopping is also kind of a pain, because I inspect everything I am buying, and if anything looks weird or "off" to me (like an apple with a spot on it), I usually can't bring myself to get it.

-- Eating in restaurants in general doesn't work out that well. It's rare that I can get through an entire restaurant meal without "feeling nauseous" from anxiety.

-- I can remember times when I was young and threw up in the middle of the night, right after waking up. So I consider sleep to be a time where illness can sneak up on you and make you vomit before you have a chance to stop it from happening in some way. Because of this, it's hard for me to fall asleep if I don't feel well. I also frequently wake up in the middle of the night and "feel sick" - I'm guessing this is usually just hunger, since sleeping is also a long stretch of not eating.

-- I do not drink alcohol at all and avoid being in places/situations where other people are drinking (excessively to the point of drunkenness, I mean).

-- I avoid being around children, since they are much more likely to have some illness and/or be vomiting.

-- I keep a store of anti-emetics, Pepto Bismol, and Tums at home. This hasn't always been the case. I have always been extremely strict with myself about using these things, because I remembered reading that emetophobics could become dependent on them or abuse them to the point of unhealthiness, and I never wanted to allow myself to reach that point. But this past year has not been the best for me, and I have become (slightly) more lenient about it. I also just don't like putting anything out of the ordinary in my body, even something as harmless as Tums.

-- I avoid traveling in general and public transportation. I don't have a problem with motion sickness as far as I can tell, but my anxiety will lead to me feeling "sick" anyway if I am on a boat, plane, or bus. Trains and cars, not as much, depending on the situation and who I am with.

-- I am afraid that if I get a tickle in my throat or have a coughing fit, this could lead to throwing up, so I tend to carry a water bottle with me everywhere I go just in case this happens.

-- I ask my wife at least once a day if I am sick or if I have a fever. Or I will ask her while eating or directly after eating if she thinks the food is likely to make me throw up.

-- When my wife is sick, I don't take care of her. I keep my distance as much as possible. One time when she had a stomach virus, I went to stay with a friend and didn't come back until I was sure she was better and she had decontaminated all our belongings.

I think that's about it. I can't say I diligently stick to any of the behaviors in the above list, because I am always trying to challenge myself when it comes to this. Ever since I realized I had emetophobia, I have tried to keep the momentum of a normal life going, mostly by pushing myself to keep going out places. Keep going to movies, to restaurants, to school or work. My tendency is to want to be home all the time where I'm safer. I currently work from home, which I think has led to me losing some of that momentum. I don't go out enough anymore. But I'm determined to fix this.

Which is the main point of this blog, I suppose. To force myself to do the things I am afraid of doing and then write about how successful I am. There are so many ways I am successful already (some emetophobics can't even speak/write the word "vomit" or watch vomit scenes on TV), and I know I can do even better than I am doing now. Will I ever be completely cured? Most days I think absolutely not. But it's not just "cured" or "not cured," it's an entire spectrum of fear, and reaching the perfect positive end of the spectrum doesn't matter so much to me as long as I am able to function well enough in order to do all the things I want to do in life.