Introduction

Hi,

I think I was around 9 years old when I first suffered emetophobia. Of course then I didn't know it had a name or even that anybody else had the same phobia; the phobia of vomiting. It's only today that I've decided to sit down and document my every memory, emotion and thought about this bloody awful phobia and document how I aim to do something about it.

At 21 I've been dealing with emetophobia interspersed with what I have self-diagnosed as anxiety/social phobia/agoraphobia for eleven years. Until now I've kept it under wraps and it hasn't reared its ugly head enough to affect my life, yet the past year has been difficult. Now I've decided to try Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (by myself using books and tapes at first; if that doesn't work then hopefully through counselling).

While I realise it's very unlikely that anyone should even happen upon this blog, let alone stay a while to read it I hope that maybe I can prove that there are other emetophobes out there and we want out just as much as each other.
In projection: I hope that this blog will deeply document my success story (although I can't promise there won't be lows) and that it can show somebody in the same unfortunate position a path to follow.

NOTE: I shan't be hiding the words 'sick', 'vomit', 'puke', 'barf', 'chunk', or 'ralph' in the writing of this blog. Having read up on anxiety a great deal it would do me more harm than good to avoid these words.