Surviving Emetophobia as a Teacher

Published December 12, 2012 by krystal

Hello, I am a teacher living with emetophobia.  Before you run to Google “emetophobia,” I will just let you know what it is.  Emetophobia is the fear of throw up or throwing up.  You can imagine how difficult it can be to live with emetophobia in a school full of germs!

There was a time when I wanted to be a nurse, but somehow, that seems like the #1 worst job for someone with the fear of barf, teaching being #2, of course.


I want pink ones! Not fair, they are only for British children. American adults only get grey/blue or black. 😦

Two weeks ago, Joey and I left school an hour into the day due to terrible stomach aches.  I went home, crawled back into bed, and slept for 3 hours.  I was never actually crowned Queen of porcelain (unlike Joey), but I was so close it’s not even funny.  I’m pretty sure my seabands are what saved me from the certain vomitorium.  They claim to only be good for motion sickness or morning sickness, but I think they also have powers against the dreaded norovirus.

So Joey and I were down the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, as was the librarian, but other than that, I had not heard anything about that pesky little virus since.  Until yesterday, my reading buddy co-teacher recounted her weekend of bodily fluids with me.  I was pretty terrified, but knew there was not much I could do to save myself at that point.  Plus, I really hoped that she was no longer contagious.  That’s what I was going to tell myself… she is no longer contagious and I am fine.

Then this morning one of the clear blue yonder, one of the middle school teachers informed me that he was up all night with fever and the barfs.  OMG.  He got in my “bubble” Monday morning so I hugged him.  He also told me that my best girlfriend here also has a case of the barfs.  I was with her Monday morning too.

Was I contaminated?  Did I already have it?  If I already had it, did it mutate into what it is today, or did I just take it mildly?  Can I get it again?

I don’t remember what specifically lead me to being so emetophobic.  I never was a very sickly child, and have probably only thrown up 5 or 7 times since Kindergarten.  The last time I was sick, my chest was still sore three days later.  Three days later, I was eating plain bread–only plain bread for every meal.  Seriously, the world can go ahead and write me off as never being a threat for bulimia.  I just wouldn’t do bulimia.

It goes without saying, I really hope I don’t catch this stomach virus!
& I hope you don’t either!


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