Angelai
27-04-09, 21:15
Hi, just wanted to share this...
When I was 10 I ate a load of laburnum pods/seeds (don't ask :blush: ). My friend had some too, and took some home with her in a coffee jar. When her mum saw them she panicked - my friend was taken straight to hospital. I was asleep in bed by this time, mum came and woke me up. She asked if I had eaten any, and I said no - I was scared I'd be told off. Mum came back a bit later and asked me again, and told me that I absolutely MUST tell her the truth, because if I had eaten any and didn't tell, I wouldn't wake up in the morning. So I confessed.
At the hospital they gave me this vile orange syrup stuff, to make me s***. We waited, and waited. Nothing. They decided to take me to the ward, in a wheelchair, with a bowl on my lap. We stopped in the middle of the ward while the doctor talked with someone, and I could feel it coming. I was scared of doing it right there, I at least wanted to be in bed or something! I don't know, I think it was embarassment. Anyway, they got me into a bed, right next to my friend. She seemed completely fine by then.
In the morning they let my friend go home, but because I was still being s*** they made me stay. Now, I can't remember anything else about that day except that I was sad that my friend was going home and I couldn't. I don't know if my mum stayed all day until I could go home, or if she left and came back later. I can't remember anything, just being upset that I couldn't go - because I was still being s***.
So, I wonder if this is where it all began? I've thought about the event many times, but never really analysed it. I didn't think about how I felt at the time, and I just assumed that I was already emet by then. But last night, I started breaking it down, and remembered that I had been upset about having to stay in hospital etc. And that I don't remember feeling terrified of having to be s***.
Sorry to go on and on, I suppose I was wondering what you think? I know only I can answer the 'Why am I emetophobic?' question, but it helps to put ideas out there, right? I'd be interested in your thoughts on this.
Thank you!
:D
When I was 10 I ate a load of laburnum pods/seeds (don't ask :blush: ). My friend had some too, and took some home with her in a coffee jar. When her mum saw them she panicked - my friend was taken straight to hospital. I was asleep in bed by this time, mum came and woke me up. She asked if I had eaten any, and I said no - I was scared I'd be told off. Mum came back a bit later and asked me again, and told me that I absolutely MUST tell her the truth, because if I had eaten any and didn't tell, I wouldn't wake up in the morning. So I confessed.
At the hospital they gave me this vile orange syrup stuff, to make me s***. We waited, and waited. Nothing. They decided to take me to the ward, in a wheelchair, with a bowl on my lap. We stopped in the middle of the ward while the doctor talked with someone, and I could feel it coming. I was scared of doing it right there, I at least wanted to be in bed or something! I don't know, I think it was embarassment. Anyway, they got me into a bed, right next to my friend. She seemed completely fine by then.
In the morning they let my friend go home, but because I was still being s*** they made me stay. Now, I can't remember anything else about that day except that I was sad that my friend was going home and I couldn't. I don't know if my mum stayed all day until I could go home, or if she left and came back later. I can't remember anything, just being upset that I couldn't go - because I was still being s***.
So, I wonder if this is where it all began? I've thought about the event many times, but never really analysed it. I didn't think about how I felt at the time, and I just assumed that I was already emet by then. But last night, I started breaking it down, and remembered that I had been upset about having to stay in hospital etc. And that I don't remember feeling terrified of having to be s***.
Sorry to go on and on, I suppose I was wondering what you think? I know only I can answer the 'Why am I emetophobic?' question, but it helps to put ideas out there, right? I'd be interested in your thoughts on this.
Thank you!
:D