I really hate the idea of it. Most of my traumatising experiences as a child were associated with it. I remember my brother getting travel sick when we were both tiny kids, and I think it was the way that my parents freaked out so much about it every time it happened that made me feel almost phobic about it. Note how I'm not even using the word in this response. I'm desensitised to seeing it on cartoons (although I still feel a little uneasy if it lasts more than a split second), but on TV and in real life the sounds and sights make me cover my ears, close my eyes and internally beg for it to end.
The thing is, the actual act itself doesn't cause that response in me when I do it. It just comes out like like it would everyone else. The only time it becomes impractical is that I get paranoid about hygiene and eating much less when I'm eating outside my own home. I sometimes find myself refusing to eat at all when I'm outside, even if I'm also my hands in portable desanitiser every thirty seconds. I also freeze up when I feel nauseous, and can't run to the bathroom; I have to ask someone to bring me a bucket.
It's very inconvenient and sometimes stops me having the fun I'd like to. It does stop me drinking so much I'm sick though, which is something of a bonus I suppose.
Even this writing this comment makes me feel a bit "bleh", so I'll end it here. I'm meant to be studying...
Is it normal to be terrified of everything that involves vomitting?
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I really hate the idea of it. Most of my traumatising experiences as a child were associated with it. I remember my brother getting travel sick when we were both tiny kids, and I think it was the way that my parents freaked out so much about it every time it happened that made me feel almost phobic about it. Note how I'm not even using the word in this response. I'm desensitised to seeing it on cartoons (although I still feel a little uneasy if it lasts more than a split second), but on TV and in real life the sounds and sights make me cover my ears, close my eyes and internally beg for it to end.
The thing is, the actual act itself doesn't cause that response in me when I do it. It just comes out like like it would everyone else. The only time it becomes impractical is that I get paranoid about hygiene and eating much less when I'm eating outside my own home. I sometimes find myself refusing to eat at all when I'm outside, even if I'm also my hands in portable desanitiser every thirty seconds. I also freeze up when I feel nauseous, and can't run to the bathroom; I have to ask someone to bring me a bucket.
It's very inconvenient and sometimes stops me having the fun I'd like to. It does stop me drinking so much I'm sick though, which is something of a bonus I suppose.
Even this writing this comment makes me feel a bit "bleh", so I'll end it here. I'm meant to be studying...