Freaking out!!!!

I have emetophobia (fear of vomit/vomiting), I went to the doctor the other day and got disturbing news. But that isn't my big problem. I'm scared I picked up a bug while I was there. I limited my hand placement and kept my purse in my lap. But I've been feeling horrible all day and this past hour got worse. I ate for the first time today around 8. Then had a sweet tooth so I had a little bit of candy and some graham crackers. But my stomach hurts so bad I feel it in my back. I've taken all my medication so I can't take anything else. I'm so scared I'm gonna be sick. I feel like the walls are crashing down.

I need help. I'm very very scared right now.

Hi

Sorry to read that you are going through a rough time at the moment and I hope you feel better soon. I think SC has given you some really good support and advice and I agree with what she said. Keep us posted we are here to listen and support you through this tough period.

Hibee

I rarely go anywhere that i cant bring my go to medical supplies,which includes pepto bismol

Bakomom,

Are you allright?

Do you mean 'pass-out' as in sleeping? Or fainting...and if so...

do you ususally faint with anxiety...or is this a new symptom?

Please seek medical attention if you are experiencing this as something new to you.

I do hope that you are doing okay. Please post back and let us know how you are soon.

S.C.

Ok. Like I said night is a bad time for me. I'm actually ok right now but that's because my anxiety is not focused on me but my son instead. All my boys have had sore throats and stuffy noses. First it was my 8 yr old, then my 2 yr old, and finally my 13 yr old. But my 8 yr old says exactly what's going on. It never makes sense he lives in another world and where he's from they speak another language (joking) but he does say some wierd stuff. Well anyway. We had dinner and he ate half of his food because he wants his new snacks. My husband told him he had to eat his dinner first. I'm opposite I don't force him to eat all his food because I'm scared to hear about stomach aches. So I told him to finish at least half his piece of chicken and he could be done. He ate it and then had some of his chips and a cinnamon roll. Then he was on the couch watching cartoons and he says I don't know why my stomach is growling when I already ate dinner and I'm full. So immediately I start to panic over what's going on with him because one day he told me my butt just groweled and then he messed his pants on the way to the bathroom. So I immediately go and clean his room. When I'm scared and worried about bellies I make sure floors are clear so there's an easy path in and out. Plus I make sure the floor is covered good enough with rugs. I hate this. I feel like a robot that has all these tasks. Plus I can't go to bed unless everything is done around the house in case I wake up not feeling well and can't get things done. Since I wake up with morning nausea or I wake up with a migrane. Ugh... I hate this.

Sorry for ranting again. I'm going to watch lost on Netflix now. It's my time to watch what I want since I have a long night ahead of me.

I'm not sure what kind of therapy I was in. But I've been to multiple different places and have had multiple doctors with too many diagnosis'. I started to go when I was 13. They told me my problems were triggered by my grandfathers death and seeing him dead on the front porch. So my first treatment was psychotic and anxiety and I was put on Halodol. I couldn't function therefore I missed my first year of high school. My mom tapered me off then they put me on Navane and I had a severe allergic reaction so I had to take 2 other pills so I wouldn't get a reaction again. My mom told the doctor about my dads mental conditions but they said I was too young to be checked. My mom quit taking me there. My doctor referred me somewhere else and was told I had a lithium imbalance and I took it and got tested and was on that and kolonopin for 2 years. Then the doctor I had no longer was a doctor anymore so my new doctor said I was bipolar and was given Wellbutrin and kolonopin. Then I was told I only had anxiety. Then I got a new insurance and they told me I had major depression, GAD, panic attacks, social anxiety and OCD. I went through different counseling places because I was told I needed it in conjunction with my medication. But I don't know what kind.

I do say that my anxiety and phobia got worse about 2 years ago. My OCD tendencies got worse. And my fear of vomit is sometimes under control but as soon as I hear someone is sick I start to go over board plus my GI issues add to it. My mom passed away 3 years ago the day after my sons birthday. I got up to go to work (my mom lived with us, long sad story) I saw she was breathing but looked not right. I had my dad come watch the kids because I couldn't wake her up and me and my husband had to go to work. I called later and she was still asleep and my dad couldn't wake her up. I told him to call 911 and I drove home just in time to follow the ambulance to the hospital. There I sat alone filling out papers to get her registered. After a couple of hours I got called back and was told she lost oxygen to her brain in her sleep and all her organs were shutting down. They put in a respiratory tube and when they did she vomited and it went in her lungs. My mom was the only person who knew about my fear. She was my best friend. I never went a day without talking to her. I would panic and she would tell me something to calm me down and I'd feel better. She was the most comforting person. So after she died I had nowhere to turn. My husband still thinks I'm crazy and ridiculous. But he didnt even know about it or how bad it gets until last year. He still gives me a hard time about it, but I don't know what to do about it.

Ok. Thanks. I've been through hell and back. I think it's all that I've been through. Not getting help that I needed. Most things have to be fixed on their own though. I've talked about things a lot through counseling and group settings. I was given a lot of "homework assignments" and they were no help. So I think it's something I have to cope with on my own. It is nice though to find a place you can go to when you feel troubled.