Hi there, hello. I recognise at this point I’m mostly writing into the void, but hello to any of you who might have stopped by based on my one and only post about my emetophobia. We have some catching up to do.
I’m still Lilith, still living and working. It’s been a good long while since I last wrote to you, and it’s time for an update. First and foremost – I’ve finished my course of CBT for my phobia. What once was an all-consuming life-effecting chore is now classified as an aversion, but not a phobia. Continue reading
A fact about me: I’ve had emetophobia, for most of my living memory. How it began is a mystery to me, but I suppose like a lot of my conscious and unconscious decision-making, it came from issues of control.
In this day and age I think you’d be hard-pressed to find a person who didn’t have some control-oriented ‘issue’, much less a person who has grown up constrained by a label like ‘girl’ or ‘boy’ which they don’t identify with. Let it be known that my family, my wonderful, blessed family, have never been the source of this pressure. I’m talking from the perspective of someone with a supportive family, regardless of how terrible some of my choices may have seemed to them. More on that later. Continue reading