#even like. the phobia for it. emetophobia. i don't like it i don't like it at all.

[vamptastic]

apologies in advance to anybody else who is emetophobic. anyway the accursed beasts (my dogs) threw up like a gallon of water on the floor and also some undigested grass. which is really cool. and really fun to help clean up. and i stepped in it barefoot accidentally which made me momentarily feel as if i was trapped in the stomach of a whale. And I will now have disgusting intrusive imagery of it in my head for the next couple days even though the actual thing was not that gross

[outlying-hyppocrate]

grégoire's physical and personal traits as the experiment, 90173. if you are triggered by mentions of extreme weight loss, vomiting, and (potentially) eating disorders, i recommend you either avert your eyes or read with caution. also @fukounaboy since you were okay with me tagging you in this. here it is!!

90173, more commonly referred to as grégoire and, more rarely, 97390173, is the product of an experiment conducted by the amateur physician louis sanson. the experiment began on the first of march in 1885, a week after grégoire's thirteenth natural birthday. sanson would inflict physical and psychological torture on the boy in various forms (he called this "experimentation") in a pitiable attempt to recreate the actual grégoire sanson, the doctor's firstborn son, whose death he was not able to fully process.

during this time, grégoire's physical form deteriorated greatly. as sanson fed him very poorly - typically with poisoned or perished meals - his weight dropped from 178.8kgs to 153.1kgs in the first twelve months, weighing only 60.2kgs by sanson's arrest. (this caused him to lose consciousness often, and fall ill more easily.) this made him sickly, giving grégoire his current inhuman appearance. presently, his body is tall and emaciated; bruised, scarred, and covered in septic wounds. his hair, which sanson had cut off completely with medical scissors at the beginning of the experiment, now reaches past his shoulders and goes into his eyes. it has also darkened to a sort of black-brown color as the years went by. unfortunately, its thick and wavy texture has degraded to a wispy, straightened look, and the feel of it is dry and artificial. his face is asymmetrical, bloated, and deformed, with his cheekbones smashed in and his nose bent near the top as a result of sanson's surgeries. he also has an unseemly laceration near his right eye and is missing the tip of his left ear. his skin, once being of a warm ivory hue that freckled in the summer, is now poor in quality. it has developed a certain translucency, and grégoire's green veins permeate the surface of his skin in nauseating fashion.

after everything, grégoire has still retained his people-pleasing likeness, though behaves more skittishly in so. he wants to trust other people and seeks to act as though he does, but in his heart, he no longer feels he can. his trust issues manifest themselves mainly in the form of various phobias, such as the extreme fears of touch, being poisoned, and eating anything in general (haphephobia, toxiphobia, and cibophobia respectively). the latter two are due to switching constantly between starvation and eating (or being force-fed) his own vomit, which naturally gave him a poor relationship with food. on one hand, he is almost always insatiably hungry. on the other, the sight of food disgusts him and also often makes him sick. grégoire himself is now heavily emetophobic because of his experiences with it. he is also repulsed by the feeling of food in his body, but fears hunger all at once.

grégoire takes pleasure in silence, music boxes, lying motionlessly on the floor, warm weather, and watching others crochet. he fears hospitals, sharp objects, and anything reminiscent of his time as an experiment. he has essentially forgotten his life as jeannot, but despite how he wants to, he cannot forget being 90173. every time he looks into a mirror, he sees an unrecognizable corpse playing at a person, and is instantly reminded of everything his father did to him. even after all the hell sanson put him through, grégoire still believes that he will come back and love him one day.

and where is grégoire now? well, after being accidentally discovered in the dirt by a curious medical student in 2020 and found completely alive, he lives with them in an apartment located in créteil, val-de-marne, france. unbeknownst to grégoire, however, this student is studying him profoundly to this day, and hopes one day to make of him their new experiment.

here's a bit on grégoire. i wasn't sure what to make of this at first but. well. this is everything. putting under the cut because reasons.

90173, more commonly known as grégoire, is the product of a failed experiment created by the scientist louis sanson in val-de-marne, france. (for simplicity, this page will use the name grégoire and he/him pronouns in reference to the experiment going forth.)

grégoire was previously human, having been born jean-sébastien sanson on the twenty-second of february in 1872, and the oldest son of three. however, in 1885, grégoire was reported missing on his thirteenth birthday. to no-one else's knowledge, he had been abducted by someone claiming to be a family member. (this person was later revealed to be his father, louis-auguste-donatien sanson.) sanson then proceeded to try a number of unethical and illegal experiments on the boy, including the oral administration of various poisons, multiple vivisections, and experimental surgery. sanson's goal in this was to recreate his firstborn son, grégoire sanson, who had died at birth, in an attempt to see what "could have been". when grégoire did not comply, his actions would result in torture methods such as forced starvation and corporal punishment.

these experiments took place between 1885 and 1888. as a result, grégoire's body was severely disfigured; dirty, misshapen, emaciated, and barely holding itself together; translucent skin lavish with septic wounds and infected vivisection scars. thankfully, on the eighth of january of the latter year, sanson's laboratory was discovered inside of an abandoned hospital, leading to his death by guillotine on the next day. grégoire, who was presumed to be some sort of dead animal based on his physiognomy, was buried in the ground outside of the hospital. he stayed so for many years, expecting death, but it never came.

[hellfiremunsonn]

Emetophobia. Steve Harrington x Reader

Emetophobia.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Emetophobia: “The extreme fear of vomiting”

summary: Your monthly movie night doesn’t go to plan when Robin ends up sick in the bathroom, leaving Steve to see how badly your phobia can cause you to panic.

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

WARNINGS: fem! reader, talk of emetophobia, coping mechanisms for it, mentions of panic attack/anxiety attack, descriptions of said panic attack/ anxiety attack. Mentions of Robin throwing up, but no descriptive detail of the act itself.

word count: 2531

AN: HI HELLO. So this is a very self indulgent fic I've written, because I myself have emetophobia. It’s a very debilitating phobia, and it’s hard for people to understand it. I know the way I react to it, and certain situations pertaining it arent rational, and I know my thoughts about it aren’t rational, but it can’t control it. It’s truly the only time that germs will bother me. I go on full panicked cleaning sprees while sobbing and having a full meltdown. It’s not fun, so I thought I’d write something for me, and so that maybe some of you could learn, and hopefully understand it.

It's about eight thirty when the gang arrives at Steves for your monthly movie night. With everyone getting older, and relationships becoming more serious, your group of friends don't get the chance to all hang out together as often as you once did. So you all decided on a monthly movie night, usually held at Steves, but each person or couple picked a different batch of movies to watch each time.

The winter weather told you not everyone would make it today, cars a little too old, and noses a bit too runny, but it was the fact that all of you tried and most of the time managed to gather for these nights. Never disappointed when someone couldn't make it, or you had to postpone it to a different week.

Almost everyone made it, Robin and Eddie both sick with a cold so they decided to stay home which you were extra grateful for. Although it wasn't the flu, and the cold was a sickness you could rationalize and manage, it still didn't dissolve the deep rooted phobia you desperately tried to hide, chalking it off as just anxiety to your friends, giving you an easy excuse to avoid certain situations like parties or bars.

It made you feel so stupid for being terrified of something so normal, so natural even. It was your bodies way of trying to make you feel better, but even the thought of just feeling sick could send you into a spiral. If you were being completely honest, you would rather stab yourself in the thigh and bleed out then throw up, or be near someone who's thrown up.  

You were able to keep it hidden from Steve for most of your relationship, until one night where you refused to get into the car when everyone was leaving a bar because you were too nervous one of your more than tipsy friends were going to be sick. To everyone else, you had a panic attack so you and Steve walked home together in the warmth of the summer night. Although it was technically true, you had to explain to Steve that it was something you've dealt with forever, something you try to avoid at all costs if possible. You didn't want Steve to see that part of you, but you knew it helped him understand you a bit more, why you did the things you did.

Your little quirks started to make sense to Steve after you told him, and he was able to start picking up on your nervous habits, giving him a chance to help you navigate situations where your phobia made you anxious. It also explained why it took you forever to sleep over at his house, or to even have him spend the night at yours with you able to stay in your bed the entire night. Most times Steve would have woken up to find you tucked up on the couch fast asleep instead of in the space next to him, and for the longest time he never knew why. Constantly feeling guilty, like he punched you in his sleep or something and you were too shy to tell him.

He let you do everything you needed to do to sleep, when you began sleeping over at his place. If you needed a light on, a fan for noise or if you got too hot at night, he would be more than accommodating. The tv on playing a movie which you'd get up and rewind and play again if you couldn't sleep? Steve would start waking up on instinct to rewind it for you, even if you had eventually fallen asleep. He would let you have a tape playing with the same song on a loop for twelve hours if that's what you needed.

Still, Steve hadn't seen it at its worst, until tonight.

You'd been keeping an eye on max all night the minute she said she felt shittier than usual considering she was 'just pmsing'. Your anxiety instantly heightened for the few hours your friends gathered in the living room. You watched what she ate, and how much of it, doing the same thing with whatever alcohol she decided to sip on. Only when you were about half way through the second movie, when you paused it for everyone to have a bathroom break, did you start to relax, when max excitedly bounced up to you. Sitting next to you with a giggle, wanting to fill you in on her college gossip before everyone was ready for the movie to continue.

You realized that just maybe your anxiety was lying to you, for real this time. So your anxieties faded and you were able to enjoy the rest of your night, falling asleep sometime before the second movie ended, Steves arm wrapped securely around your shoulders.

When you wake up, you're a little more slumped against Steve, still tucked up into his side and you can hear him talking quietly. You make a small groan of protest before lifting yourself from him, rubbing your eyes.

"Sorry babe, did I wake you?" Steve asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear when you look up at him. You realize everyone is gone except for Lucas who's standing on the other side of the living room, leaning against the wall.

"I don't think so" you said with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. "Did everyone go home?" you asked.

"Yeah, not too long ago, Lucas is just waiting for max to finish in the bathroom"

You nodded sleepily. Until you heard a cough come from the bathroom down the hall and your body immediately tensed. Steve felt your body stiffen against him and squeezed your shoulder. "S'okay babe"

You nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to relax again. Maybe it was just a cough, that's possible, but when two more coughs came next with that unmistakeable sound you were quick up on your feet.

"Shit" Lucas muttered, racing towards the bathroom and knocking on the door before opening it, giving you a sliver of a second to catch Max on her knees in front of the toilet, confirming your anxieties, and sending you straight into panic mode. Staring back down at Steve like a deer in headlights, and he was quick to stand next to you, taking your shoulders in his hands and turning your whole body to face him.

"Go upstairs to my room yeah? I'll come get you when it's okay"

Your bottom lip wobbled as you ran up the stairs to Steves room, your feet thumping loudly against them and you didn't hesitate to slam the door behind you.

You start pacing and tried to control your breathing, counting how many steps it takes to cross each side of Steves room, until you don't even realize you're counting. You know you're being dramatic, and that what you feel is selfish, but it doesn't stop your body from going into fight or flight. Your skin feels wrong, and your clothes feel like they're covered in germs, and you strip yourself of them as quickly as you can, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

"Fuck, shit, shit, shit" You mumble. "Come on, get your shit together"

You don't want Steve to see you like this, it's embarrassing, and if you could keep it hidden from him forever you would.

If feels like every possible germ Max could have been carrying is on you, on your skin, in the air, on every surface of the house. Hugging your arms around yourself you slide your hands up your arms, letting the nails drag across them harshly before digging them into your shoulders, knowing you're leaving half moon dents in your skin, but it's the only thing grounding you while sobs wrack at your chest.

It's been what feels like forever when Steve finally comes up stairs, knocking on the door lightly before entering and closing the door behind him like you two weren't now the only ones in the house.

He's confused at first when he takes in your trembling frame, almost nude in front of him pacing back and forth, and when he sees your face his heart breaks. Your cheeks are wet and splotchy, and he can tell you've been crying the entire time he's left you, and he's a little unsure of what to do.

"They're gone, everything's all good now" he said as reassuring as he could muster his voice to sound.

You shook your head, continuing pacing, your hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. "N-No" you whimpered. "Max was leaning on me" you shake your hands out in frustration; as if everything you're feeling will leave through them if you shook them hard enough.

"I-I could get sick" you huffed. "God she touched so many things" when you stop pacing and cover your face with your hands, crying into them, Steve knows he can come over to comfort you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly, one hand holding onto the back of your head like a small child while you cried harder into his chest.

You lean back from him, but don't push yourself away. "I want to rip my skin off" you said with a sob. "I'm hot, and it feels like the germs are festering on me" You whine.

"Do you want to shower? I can clean up downstairs?" He asks.

"I wont know if you've cleaned it all properly, I-I need to do it" you say looking at your hands, palms red with how tightly you've had them.

"What if you shower, and you tell me everything I need to do, so I can clean everything the way it needs to be done?" He says softly, taking your face into his hands, his thumbs sliding just under your jaw to push your chin up so he can look at you. You can smell the peach scented soap from the kitchen on his hands and you almost lose it at Steves thoughtfulness. The fact that he had washed his hands before coming back up to see you, getting one step closer to calming your nerves.

"You can follow me around the whole time, you wont have to touch anything" His eyes are searching yours, for anything at this point. New territory being discovered in your relationship and Steve being Steve he wants to fix it.

A new wave of tears blur your eyes and you look down to avoid Steves while a sob escapes you. No one had ever taken the time to learn, to try to understand, to even help you when you got like this. For so long it was something you hid, even to yourself, and now you're standing in front of someone who loves you so endlessly, that he's willing to do whatever it is to make sure that you're okay.

He pulls you back into his chest and you wrap your arms around him tightly, holding his t-shirt in tight fists where they land on his back. "I love you" You mumbled into him.

"What was that?" he said tucking his chin to his chest to look at you.

You leaned back from him once more, a small smile on your lips when you look up at him. "I love you" you repeat.

"I love you too baby" he said with a relieved sigh, thankful for the smile on your face. "Can I do this for you?" he asked.

"Yes please" you said with a huff. "I think that would be very helpful"

"Thank you" he said holding your wet face in his hands, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You furrow your eyebrows "What are you thanking me for?"

"For trusting me enough to help you" he said with a shrug, intertwining his fingers with yours while he lead you to the bathroom, starting the shower and bringing fresh towels for when you got out.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twirling in the hair at its base.

He laughed, leaning forward and bringing his arms behind you to unclip your bra. "Can't say anyone has" He continues to undress you, no heat or tension with his movements, just love.

"Alright" he said kissing the top of your head. "You are now shower ready"

"Can you shower with me?" You ask sweetly.

"Of course" Steve says quickly, impossible to say no to you.

The two of you shower mostly in silence, but it's peaceful. The sound of the water and the way Steve massages the foamy shampoo into your hair has you on the brink of sleep. His hands soft between the wet tendrils on your head, his thumb smoothing down the back of your neck, pressing into the tired muscle gently. Sore from the stiff tension you held while panicking, and you groaned feeling your body finally start to relax. You felt like you were floating, barely hearing Steve when he asked you to turn around so you could rinse the shampoo out.

When your shower is finished, Steve makes sure to dress you in only his clothes, freshly folded in his laundry basket, still waiting to be put away from early in the day.

He sits down on his bed with a notepad in his lap, and a pen at the ready?

"What's that for?" you ask, scrunching as much water as you can out of your hair with one of the towels.

"Give me my list, what do I gotta do"

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed, but still you sit next to him with a sigh. "I'm going to sound crazy okay? And it's going to sound so stupid, because germs don't ever bother me, until it's this" you say waving your hand in the air around you.

"I like a little crazy" he said with a smirk and a shrug. "NUMBER ONE" he says loudly while numbering his paper.

You go on to tell him all the things you do when you do the cleaning yourself. You clean every surface you can think of that the person has touched, or potentially touched. Doorknobs, the doorframes, the faucets in the bathroom, and in the kitchen, any dish they've used. The toilet (obviously) the floor around it, the tank of the toilet, the handle. He writes it all down as quickly as you say it, words tumbling out of your mouth in fear that if you stop you'll overthink it too much and make yourself feel worse about your phobia.

And he does it all, he cleans everything, and maybe a little bit more diligently than you would and it makes your heart swell that he'd do this for you. A Saturday night where the two of you would have been tucked up in his bed, limbs tangled around each other, but instead he's scrubbing every inch of the island in his kitchen without a care in the world. He even goes as far as to disinfect the outside handle of the front door "just incase" All because he's hopelessly, and endlessly in love with you, and you couldn't be more head over heels in love with him.

[straykittenidk]

Silly Rescue Team or Helly headcanons?

Yes!

•I headcanon that Jin is on the autism spectrum. Her hyperfixations are her inventions, science, and TV shows that she likes. She also likes collecting toys and figures of her fav characters but is too shy to admit it or tell anyone other than the rescue team. (This was inspired by one episode in the traffic safety with Poli series when she went to buy a super ranger toy). She has trouble handling her emotions and understanding the emotions of other people, so sometimes she ends up hurting Helly and the others with her words without realizing. She doesn't like trying new things and is bad at socializing. She keeps this a secret and for now only the rescue team know about this, because she feels a little embarrassed, but her friends make her feel comfortable and accepted.

•Helly is scared of the dark and always sleeps with the lights on and with a plushie to keep him safe. He still believes in monsters and sometimes asks Jin to sleep in the same room as him because he saw a ghost and is scared.

•Poli has emetophobia (fear of vomiting and just barf in general). He doesn't really throw up since, well, he's a car, but he hates it when it happens to humans around him. Especially when it's Jin. He can't stand hearing the sound and the smell afterwards, to the point where he starts to feel sick himself. He always needs to excuse himself until the whole "process" is over to come back into the room. The others don't really tease him about it and take his phobia seriously.

•When Amber was little she wanted to become a ballerina, but she changed her mind as soon as she found out how painful, stressful, and hard that was. (Yes in this universe car ballerinas exist cause why not) But even now she still dreams of dancing gracefully on a big theatre stage.

That's all :3

[yumeasmrscript]

[ASMR script] [A4A] Whenever you're too scared to eat, we can eat together

Tags: [TW: Eating disorder] [Emetophobia] [Partner Speaker] [Anxiety] [Skipping meals] [Comfort] [One bite at a time] [You will be okay!] [Loving relationship]

Author's note: Hi everyone! First thing first: this script is written as A4A, but feel free to edit it to fit as M4F, F4M, F4F, M4M, etc. English is not my first language, you can also edit a few things here and there to make things sound less "weird" if there's the need. You are also free to edit/add/remove sfx of your choice! You are allowed to monetize, just please credit me <3

More notes you can just skip: So, this script is very specific and kinda personal. The phobia of throwing up is a nasty fear to deal with, and sometimes it can lead to serious health issues because when you're too scared of the idea of feeling sick, you stop eating as a way of avoiding the (often very very vary small, close to impossible actually) chance of throwing up. I didn't know there were so many people with this phobia, and I haven't seen many scripts related to this topic, because often the not-eating problem is related other form of anxiety/issues. So, I decided to make one related to this phobia, and hopefully it will help those who could have struggled eating for this very reason! Remember you are not alone in this, and that if it feels too much to handle, you can seek help through therapy (and take it from me, it can be better. It will get better!)

Summary (for listener): Your loved one comes home after work and wants to take you out for dinner but you're not that hungry, plus you have some leftovers. The problem is: they saw you skipping breakfast and the same leftovers were supposed to be your lunch. They realize now you have been skipping meals, so you tell them about your phobia of throwing up and, as a consequence, your fear of eating.

[Action/things happening] *Moods* Emphasis on a specific word

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[Door opening and closing]

Honey, I'm home! What a day... Today it was much more chaotic than usual there.

[Removing coat]

Hi there sweetie, let me give you a hug [pause] ...and some kisses [Kisses here] What were you watching?

Just the boring news? Ooh, I see, you were waiting for a show to start. Mind if I sit next to you, so we can get bored at the news together, while we wait for it? [another Kiss]

[Sitting on the couch]

*Relaxed* Aaah, bless whoever invented the couch… [Kisses, caresses] ...It feels so weird coming home and finding you waiting for me, you know? In a good way, of course. Knowing you will be here when I return, it's fuel to get through the day. It's not even two weeks since we moved in together, but I feel like I already got addicted to this feeling [chuckle]. I can’t help but look forward to the moment we can just relax and cuddle.

[Chuckle] You too? ...Aww, yes, that's the smile that keeps me going. How was your day, sweetheart?

Tough day at work for you too huh?

*Excited* Oooh, but you have some gossip? I can't wait to hear all about it! You know I’m always in for the tea. Hey, you know what? Since we're both coming from a draining working day, why don't we just go somewhere nice for dinner? 'Cause... now that I think about it, we still didn't get the chance to go out for dinner since we moved in together. And even before, it feels like ages since last time! I can't even remember when it was. So… yeah, what do you think? Dinner's on me, of course!

*Slightly disappointed* Hm? Why not? I mean, it's not like we have to, but... not having to cook and clean afterwards sounds like a good deal to me when we're both tired, don’t you think?

*Gentle* You're too tired from work to go out? Well... I guess, we can stay at home for tonight, then. Hmm, what about just ordering delivery? I mean, same thing but we can chill here, watching something that’s, hopefully, not the news... cuddling a little bit, relax... how does it sound, honey?

*Confused*You're... not that hungry? Uhm, yes, I can order something for myself but... what if you get hungry later?

*Lighting up the mood* Hey, don't expect me to give you half of mine if you change your mind! You know that you are my favorite person and I love you more than anyone, but food is… well, food. [Laugh] I’m joking, I'm joking. Kind of. [Chuckle] In all honesty though, I wouldn't mind sharing, but... listen, why don't you just order something anyway? So that if you get hungry later you still have something to eat, and if you don't... you have something for tomorrow's lunch anyway.

*Confused* Huh? What do you mean there's no need?

The... leftovers? Wait a moment, we still have leftovers from yesterday’s dinner? I thought… I thought you had it for lunch?

You didn't? So... you ate something else at work?

*Mockingly* Oooh, wait, I know what happened. Let me guess: you forgot to bring them with you and you had to buy a crappy and expensive sandwich at your workplace, didn't you? [Chuckle] That would clearly explain everything.

*Confused again* No? What did you get then? I didn't know there were other options to sandwiches there...

Okay,"Something", but what exactly?

*Slightly concerned and confused* Hey, what's wrong? What's with that expression? Is there something botheri-

Huh? Water? You mean... you want to drink water now, or...

Oh, you had... water... at work? For lunch?! I mean... wait, wait a moment, let me get this straight:

Yesterday evening you weren't hungry because you told me you had "something" at work before coming home, and I assumed it was one of those crappy, sad, sandwiches, so you skipped dinner because of that. This morning you said you only wanted your herbal tea. At lunch you had "water" and now you want to skip dinner too?

*Worried* Just... just be honest with me. When exactly was the last time you actually ate something? Like, a meal?

*Assertive* No, no, look at me. And Water doesn't count. Tea doesn't either. When was it?

*More worried* What- what do you mean you don't remember?! Okay, okay, let's make it easier: when was the last time you ate anything? A cookie? Fruit? A… dunno, protein bar?

*Frustrated, but trying to be calm* No, I'm not- of course I'm not angry, I'm just worried! As far as I know, the last time I actually saw you eat something was three days ago when you had half of an apple for breakfast! I... I was sure you were eating at your workplace most of the time, so I didn't really think much about it, but... oh goodness, please, tell me you had something since then. Anything really. Tell me you're not starving right now.

*Concerned, but more calm* Okay, so... yesterday, at lunch time, you ate kinda two spoons of peanuts, more or less. And... is that it? Nothing else?

*More gentle* No, don't apologize! I'm... not angry, really. I just... don't understand. Are you feeling under the weather or something and I didn't realize it? Or, I don't know, there's something worrying you to the point you don't feel like eating?

Whatever the reason is, why didn't you tell me? You know I'm here for you, just like you have always been here for me when I needed it. *Sweet* You have always supported me whenever I felt sad, angry, worried... You know that we are a team, right? So, please honey, tell me what's wrong.

*Frustrated again, less gentle* No, it's not "fine"! Not eating anything aside from a few grams of peanuts one day, half of an apple another one, it's not "fine" at all! I... for goodness sake, I don't want to be inappropriate but... how much weight did you lose?

It's not like I didn’t notice you felt… thinner whenever I hugged you, but... I just didn't think it was that serious, and I didn’t want to be intrusive. I didn't think you were skipping meals and avoiding food almost every day, I... I just...

*Sad* Sigh, I swear I'm not angry honey, really, I'm only really worried. I… don’t want anything bad to happen to you, I care so much about you! Please, just… tell me why, let me understand.

You are... scared? Eating gives you anxiety? But... why? Is it for your body? *Still worried, but more gentle and reassuring* Because I assure you that there's nothing wrong with your body. You are the most wonderful and attractive person I know, and I love everything about you, really. Your mind, your soul, and your body too. And I don’t care how and if your body changes, I’ll still love you for who you are.

...Okay, so it's not for that. Then... what is it? Hey, look at me. You can talk to me about anything.

*Frustrated/concerned* No, it's not dumb! No reason is a dumb reason if it makes you starve sweetie. I'm not here to judge, I just want to understand better.

So...You are afraid to... throw up? Wait, but... why would you throw up? You are healthy, the food you eat is good too, there's no stomach bug around… I don’t understand, and--

Oh, I’m sorry, just… Hey, ssh, don't cry, it's okay... I didn't know you had this kind of fear... [kiss] and I didn't know it was tormenting you this much. I’m so sorry honey…

*Comforting* Yes, I bet it’s frustrating… you’re actually really hungry, huh? But you’re too scared to eat because of the idea that could get you sick.

It... does explain a few things though. Like the fact that you avoid alcohol, or you refuse to eat anything beyond their expiration date even though it still tastes good. Or also that time when you canceled a meeting with your friend after you discovered they had a stomach bug. Sigh, I'm really sorry for being so blind, I'm connecting the dots just now. I just... wish you had told me sooner. Come here, let me hug you. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I told you already: we are a team. If you struggle with something, I’ll struggle with you until we find a way to overcome it, together. All right?

Good, honey. [Kiss]

So... how do you usually deal with it?

Okay, so... you only eat as little as possible when you feel too hungry to resist? Well... yes, in some way, the fact that your stomach is empty could be some sort of reassurance for you when you are afraid of throwing up. But you do realize you can't go on like this, right? You're losing weight, and it's not going to stop if you keep eating like this. Or rather, “non-eating” like this.

*Relieved* Sigh, I’m glad it’s not always like this, and this is just the worse it can get. In fact, now that I think about it, when we started dating I don’t remember you avoiding eating this much. I mean, yes, we usually ate at home and when we ate outside you always got something light.

It was more problematic before meeting me? I’m happy to know that you were able to deal with it in the past, at least for a while. So… is it just a relapse? Or maybe what you tried before wasn’t enough?

I see… Okay, so, hear me out. You already did it once anyway, and... I’m sure it’s hard. Because, when you are scared of… I don’t know, a dog maybe? Or a spider? You can run away, and the problem ends there. But… [sad chuckle] you’re right, you can’t run away from you stomach. It’s always there and… you have to learn to live with it.

Oh, honey, I figured. I’m sure you love food, and it’s frustrating for you too having to give up what you love because of your phobia. I’m sure you’re telling the truth, because when we talk about your favorite food, I can see the light in your eyes, but it… vanishes after a few seconds, because you probably think something like “I won’t be able to eat it anyway”. It is difficult, but, the good news is… you can do this. You can eat, and 99,99% of the time you will be more than fine. Look at me: I don’t even remember the last time I felt sick. And what about you? You told me the last time you threw up was years ago. The chance of throwing up are close to zero when you don’t have any health issues and, trust me, if you had any serious health issues, you probably would have felt sick even without eating. So...

*Calm* Okay, First thing first, take a deep breath with me, so you can relax.

[Deep breath]

*Gentle* Good, now, let’s wipe those tears away… And… let’s do this: I’ll find a way to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch myself. I’m sure they’ll still be good. Tonight we’re getting a delivery of your favorite food instead, and...

Hey, honey, don’t say “no” right away. Try to change your thinking from “I can’t eat it” to “I am able to eat it. I can eat it. And I enjoy eating, because it’s my favorite food”. Remember that your body knows what it needs to be done, and when you give fuel to your body, there’s a very, very little chance that your body will send it back. Anxiety doesn’t help the hunger, I know, but trust me: you will be okay. Would I ever lie to you?

No, exactly. So: we’re getting a delivery of your favorite food...

Okay, you’re nodding now, good. Then, you just take one bite.

Yes, just one. And I’ll get just one bite too.

Then, we wait let’s say… 60 seconds. In the meantime you can take deep breaths, drink a sip of water, or just… watch tv with me. Then, we take another bite. Slowly, chewing as much as possible, and then another pause. You can also hold my hand during all of this whenever you feel the anxiety coming, ‘cause I’ll be with you for each bite.

We’ll keep eating just one bite at a time, until you feel relaxed enough to eat a little bit on your own, or until you feel satisfied.

And, when we’re done, we can drink something warm that will help your digestion. Not that it really needs any help, because your body can do anything on its own, but it will be helpful for your brain. Because knowing it will help your digestion, it will make you relax a little bit. And, if you relax too, that will truly help even more. Okay? Do you want to try this with me? I won’t force you eat anything you don’t want, and we’ll stop when you will say so. I’m sure you will do your best, because that’s one of the many reasons why I admire you.

*Relieved* Good. [Kiss]

Mh-mh, I’m glad you will talk to your doctor about it. Remember that you are not alone in this, and if you need help of any kind when you need to eat, I’ll be here for you. I’m… just glad you told me before it was too late. [Kiss] I just want you to feel calm and serene whenever and whatever you eat. If you already found a way to do it in the past, I’m sure you will do it again.

And when you least expect it, I’m sure you will find the joy in eating once again. Until then… I’ll be with you, for each step of the way.

You’re welcome, sweetheart… [Kiss] I love you too.

[unconditionalcaretaker]

TW: emetophobia, difficulty eating

Eating while sick is labor. It's LABOR. It took like an hour and I don't even have a stomach illness, just a fever. I just don't want a body. Is that so much to ask? FUCK.

"I went to exposure therapy and it cured me of my phobia" haha no. It made me able to live and work and go outside...some of the time. I am still very mentally ill.

[ask-a-bot]

Prime, I think it’s a good idea to use those vouchers. I know you don’t like being treated as royalty, and that’s worth commending, but think of it as another opportunity to re-enforce trust between humans and Cybertronians. The more people see and get to know you, the more comfortable people will get seeing you and your people on Earth. They won’t be afraid of you. Isn’t that the ultimate goal?

It is!

Yes, I guess you're right. OK. But I'll tell them I can't leave my family out and I'll at least need a table for six, regardless of whether my meal is the only free one or not. I don't mind paying.

With what?

Credits.

You... we have credit? From where?

Working for GHOST... permitting Hasbro to make shows and movies – and toys...

Do you have any say in-

Megatron. If I had any say in any of it at all, every show and movie would've been different and the toys would look a lot more like us. And my pine allergy wouldn't have got into EarthSpark for "comedic effect" either. It'd be like telling the world you've got emetophobia!

It is hinted at in G1.

Oh. I hadn't noticed that. Where? Which episode?

The one when my equilibrium is destabilised. What I want to know is...

How did they know?

I don't know! I didn't tell them about my allergy and I didn't even know about your phobia until we were living together. I think you cope with it well enough that most wouldn't know!

Are you sure it's not just that you see the bit where you're dizzy in that way because Hasbro seem to know a disturbing amount about us (or at least, they've guessed a lot correctly)?

Are you accusing me of overthinking and being too sensitive?

No!

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

as a heads up dungeon meshi is Not fully emetophobia safe but youve probably been informed!

you probably got elf for magic reasons, i'd imagine the quiz has both elf and gnome highly ranked for magic. i'm taking it now so i'm just guessing haha

(i am anime-only and have osmosed some manga info from tumblr. manga readers pls be gentle if i'm being foolish)

Thank you for letting me know! Yeah, I have been warned. Though the two who warned me couldn't think of Specific Incidents. But it's probably not worth it for me. One of my biggest hyperspecific phobia triggers is Illness from Eating Things, because. Like. That's my Daily Hell, I get that in real life, really don't need it portrayed in media too. ;;;; geez.

Honestly, I'm not really interested in it? I hear it has interesting in-depth worldbuilding and great character arcs, but I don't really have the brainspace to dive into a whole new series at the moment. {lD; Nor the time. And I'm not at all engaged from the specific pages/panels/gifsets I've seen. Yes I know it has Adventures and Magic and Battles, but it seems too have too much Mundane Content to hold my interest. I don't like slice of life, even when that life is high fantasy, apparently. :P

But! Yeah, that's good to know. Magic is a Defining Feature of My Life, so like. Sure, my self-insert-for-a-thing-I'm-not-even-partaking-in can do magic too! Nice!

(I'll magic-duel anyone who is mean to you about being anime-only.)

[atrociousmagpie]

TW even tho this is me talking about my emetophobia, emeto is mentioned

I'm thinking of seeking some kind of help for my emetophobia, which seems silly, it's a phobia after all, but I literally find myself panicking after eating out for days and days after and something as simple as someone talking abt ving can trigger me even if it's in a clinical sense. But it's not like. Oh I feel panicky, it's genuinely refusing to eat out and spending hours with a tightness in my chest and full on panic about one small thing, I once ate literally the tip of a tea spoon of curdling cream and spent weeks panicking I was going to vmt I know where this issue stemmed from as well, it was about a year ago, and I got rlly rlly sick. As in the whole shebang. To the point I was just dry heaving. It was horrible. I'd rather die then have it happen again. I never liked it. But now I'm terrified. Like terrified terrified. To the point part of the reason I'm never going to drink is due to the fear of vmt. Its getting to the point it's genuinely effecting most of my life. As in, can't even study enzymes in science because we talk about bile. As in would rather starve then eat out. As in every time my stomach aches I start panicking. It's honestly horrid I just want it to stop. For now, I think I'm just gonna have to practice reassuring myself, because that's all that seems to work and I don't think I'm necessarily ready to try my fear foods or even exposure therapy :/

[windynebula]

Me: talks about how even thinking about booking a wisdom tooth extraction makes me so anxious and scared that I get nauseous

Like solid 90 % of the people: aw, you don't have to be scared! they're really gentle and they keep your fear in mind during the procedure!

Wow goddamn you fucking cured me. I'm not scared anymore and my gag reflex and emetophobia are now magically gone too.

Like I get that people are just trying to help but fucking jesus christ it wouldn't be a fucking phobia if it was reasonable!! Pretty words and empty assurance doesn't do shit alone!!

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

Hey Earthquake. I know I send you a lot of asks, but this one is really important to me, and I've been trying to figure out how to put it into words to thank you. For starters, I have emetophobia. Recently, my friend was feeling sick, and as soon as I knew, I was starting to freak out, but my mind did something that really surprised me. I thought of your stories, and your characters. I thought of how well they deal with, and comfort eachother, even when stressed and anxious. This hit me with a wave of inspiration, and confidence, and I managed to push back enough of my anxiety to help my friend. Also, because your stories are heavily focused in the comfort, I knew what to do to help. I never thought that reading stories about characters getting sick, would help me dull down a phobia. For this, I wanted to thank you. This is momentous for me, and I can't express my gratitude enough for what you've done for me. Thank you ❤❤❤❤❤

Don't ever feel like you have to apologize for how many asks you send me! It always makes me smile to see something new pop up in my inbox.

I actually used to have severe emetophobia as well, so I understand where you are coming from. Writing these stories has helped my own emetophobia a lot, but its so cool to me to know that I've actually helped others with it as well!

Thank YOU for all the support you've shown my works!

It makes me so happy that, what started off as a self indulgent hobby, has actually become so big, as silly as that might sound

[caffeinatedopossum]

Tw emetophobia/vent

(The story of how I developed the phobia because I'm having flashbacks and I just really need to vent)

I don't remember very much about this night except that it was absolutely awful. I was either 7 or 8 and I still don't know if I got food poisoning or the stomach flu or what but I was violently ill.

I only have 2 specific memories, the first one was of me vomiting in the middle of the night (probably like 2 or 3 a.m.) and my whole family having to rush from my room to the kitchen to bring me Tupperware containers and take the ones I'd vomited in to be dumped out and then bringing them back to me because I would fill them up before they could even get back.

There wasn't any food in my stomach so after the first 2 or 3 times it was just bile. And idk if any of you have ever had the displeasure of smelling or tasting bile but it is the most foul thing in the world and I was vomiting it so much that I couldn't even wash my mouth out.

The second memory, I was sitting on the bathroom floor holding a Tupperware container as my mom took a shower (I think maybe I threw up on her but I don't remember) and I was just crying and begging "make it stop, please make it stop". I don't remember what I was feeling but I'm sure I must have been in so much pain just from the sheer amount of muscle spasms required to vomit that much. That and the fact that stomach acid and bile had burned my throat raw, I was extremely dehydrated, and I was exhausted but couldn't sleep.

I'm not sure how accurate this is but the way I remember it, my mom looked down at me with cold and uncaring eyes and said only "there's nothing I can do about it". I cried even more after that because I knew she was right but I wanted her to try anyways.

[discordantdream]

I am to unable to sleep, nearly incapacitated by nausea because of my emetophobia. But I am basically unable to actually force myself to take the one action that will make me feel better, ie just getting it over with and throwing up. Especially with my husband asleep, due to facets of my phobia (fear that I'll die from the action and he'll sleep through it). But I also can't wake him up, again, due to another facet of it (fear of being hated for throwing up). I have a dwindling supply of nausea pills that will not be refilled but I took one anyway and I'm just laying here scrolling and crying and occasionally hugging my sleeping spouse. The pill should eventually work,, maybe. It usually does. But until then.. Here I lay.

I know none of this is rational. Don't tell me to just be logical. Phobias aren't fucking logical. I've used to every single trick I possibly can for fighting nausea that I've learned over the nearly 40 years this has been happening to me. That's how I know I'm actually sick and it's not just a passing bout of nausea, which happens to me because apparently the gods hate me and like seeing me randomly terrified by transient and sourceless nausea. I think I ate something disagreeable to my IBS/digestive system issues, without actually crossing the line into food poisoning.

I've tried keeping food diaries for times like this. I've seen a gastroenterologist, who is one of the most useless doctors I've ever met and was actually negative help and caused more issues than she solved (zero, btw). I've done elimination diets. There's no answer. Sometimes I just have an extremely sensitive stomach and we can't figure out the cause. Maybe it's the fibro my rheumatologist suspects on top of my auto immune, but I don't think that would have been happening to me as a child too. I don't know. I hate this. I hate myself for being like this. I hate that I have nobody to talk to about it because I refuse to wake my husband for something that's happened to me hundreds of times, and I have zero friends I can lean on especially at this hour. My husband was comforting me before he fell asleep but he has a job that's stressful and doesn't need me waking him up because my tummy hurts. I hate that I've been told I'm too sensitive for having a phobia but at the same time am pretty sure they're right and it's all in my head, even the nausea.

I hope I've trigger warninged this properly. If not let me know and I'm sorry. I just needed to get this out of my head as I lay here and sob.

[irishgirl1998]

Hai! My name is Sloane Gādian!

About me!

I'm an Afro-Irish Japanese AFAB Bigender!

I'm also a Bisexual.

I'm 26 ½ years old (March 28th 1998)

I have Autism and Bipolar Disorder 2!

My favorite color is Pink and Green! 🩷💚

My favorite things are Care Bears,MLP(G1-G4), Strawberry Shortcake(1980-2009),Sailor Moon, Ed,Edd n'Eddy, Gloomy Bear, Wallace and Gromit, Tom and Jerry, Marble Hornets, American Psycho and other!

My favorite foods are Chicken and Mashed potatoes.

My favorite drink is Sprite, Dr pepper, Sparkling Water and chocolate milk.

I'm also a Digital artist.

My Pronouns are She/Her, He/Him and It/It's.

My Nickname is Shamrock Sakura, Irish Samurai, Irish Ninja, Puffy (Because of my hair) and Irish Japanese Cream.

I also like Alternative/Indie music.

I have an Oc named Pinky Bear.

BYF.

I speak both Irish and Japanese.

My grammar does flip flop around so please understand why.

I might be busy at times.

I might not understand Undertones or certain things. So please tell me.

If I use the 3 dots. When I type. I'm not mad or anything that's how I type.

My memory when it comes to my life maybe blurry but I can try to remember most of my life as a kid and teen.

There are moments I will type in Irish and/or Japanese so please be aware of it.

I will vent on the Main. So if I make you uncomfortable or Upset I'm sorry.

I may post pics about my food and other things but never my face. I'm too shy and uncomfortable showing my face so please understand why I will never show my face.

Please be nice to me. I'm very much sensitive flower. 🥺

DNI if you are the Following:

Pro/com/darkshipper

Antishippers

Racist/Xenophobic

White supremacists

Those Race Fetishers(Blacked and Bleached as well Asian Fetishers people that mean you nasty Snow bunnies don't even think about it!)

Antifurries

Ocxcanon haters

TERFs/SWERFs

Homophobic/Transphobic and Queerphobic people!

Ableist people

Ginger haters(I have Red hair and Freckles)

Antisemitic and Islamphobic people.

My Phobias I have. (Please Look them up)

Acrophobia,Basophobia,Trypanophobia,Emetophobia,Globophobia,Hemophobia,hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia,Autophobia,Necrophobia,Nyctophobia,Phonophobia,Submechanophobia,Taphophobia,Thanatophobia,Triskaidekaphobia,Tetraphobia and Thalassophobia.

Well that's all of it. If you have any questions or concerns about anything Hit me up. It may take a while to see your message because I'm busy.

[justmossyall]

Hey!! I just randomly stumbled upon your blog and first of all: love the layout. Awesome aesthetic you've got going on haha.

Second, I saw your pinned post and the part where you were like "Idk why I'm mentioning it but I have emetophobia???" and that you're also a minor. So, as someone else with emetophobia who dealt with shitty adults all through my childhood and teen years who didn't understand/didn't care/made fun of me/etc, I wanted to tell you that I love you a little bit??

Just in a "we're complete strangers and we don't know each other in the slightest and there could be oceans separating us, but we share this one little thing and so there's some part of you that I understand and even though we're not friends, I care"

I mean, I don't even know if you've had a negative experience with it. For all I know, you could have the most supportive people around you. But even so, it's a phobia that's not well known and generally not taken seriously and so I just wanted to say hi, I guess?

Anyway, I'm kinda rambling here lol

But yeah, hi :D

omg stop i’m sobbing 😭😭🫶 you’re literally so sweet thank you for the ask!!! it’s so nice to meet you!!!!

yeah it’s never been a huge thing for me, but i have a lot of issues around food and especially mold, and i am absolutely terrified of vomiting or even beings near someone who has a stomach bug 😅

i’ve got pretty bad anxiety in general so i think it’s sort of just a branch of it, idk. i’m honestly not sure why i put it in my pinned post LMAO i just felt like i should put it out there in case the need arose. i’ve got amazing parents and friends who love me and im very grateful for them, but i have definitely gotten a fair share of teasing and “why can’t you just get over it” lol 💀

anywaysss, I LITERALLY LOVE YOU TYSM FOR THIS SUPER SWEET ASK I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL AND HAVING THE LOVELIEST OF DAYS!!! <3

[xreloveutionx]

Just some questions^^

Do you have freckles? - No

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? - Coffee with sugar and oat milk, I like iced coffee, sometimes tea, I like herbal tea without sugar

What was the last song you listened to? Ms. Jackson - Outkast

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? Stomach, sometimes side

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Of course :-D

Do you prefer drawing or writing? I love to write (it's very important to me to have a diary for all of my thoughts), but I also like drawing (although I do it too rarely)

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? I just use one

What’s your favorite band/artist? Falling in Reverse, Currents, Polaris, Clann, Daughter, Damien Rice

When is your birthday? In April

How tall are you? 1m 62cm

What color are your eyes? Blue

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? My friends <3

Fears? Too many

What’s your favorite color? Certain shades of green

What’s your favorite season? Forever spring <3

Want any tattoos? What of? Yes <3

Want any piercings? Where? No

Who is the last person you texted? One guy from a dating app

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? I have many best friends <3

What/who do you miss? My soulmate, whom I haven't met yet

How was your day today? I was tired all day

How much sleep did you get last night? 6 hours I guess

Do you believe in aliens? Quite possible

When was the last time you cried? Why? I shed a few tears today

What’s your favorite decade? I couldn't say

What are some seemingly childish things you like? Many things :-D

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? "Das Kind in dir muss Heimat finden" (Stefanie Stahl) & "Bin ich traumatisiert?" (Verena König)

How are you, really? Currently I experience more and more moments, where I really love life, but there are also times where I struggle with a lot of things

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? It really depends

What are you looking forward to in the near future? Going on little adventures with my friends & of course dancing in clubs

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? Having a great relationship & beeing able to travel again

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? I really don't know..

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? Open because I live alone

What’s your favorite flower? I really like sunflowers, but I guess I don't have a favourite flower, they are all great

Do you currently have a squish? I don't even know what that is xD

Do you like your middle name? I don't have one^^

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Cats <3

Do you have any phobias? Agoroaphobia, Social Phobia, Emetophobia, Cynophobia

Do you stay up late? Oh god yes :-S xD

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? I freaking love the beach and I miss it so much I could cry

What’s your favorite cartoon? Maybe Spongebob (but only the old seasons)

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs /

Do you have siblings? How many? Sadly no

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My friends <3

Is there anyone you would die for? No

What do you need when you’re sad? Hugs, Cuddles, Comfort, an open ear, understanding, but when I'm alone it's always music

Have you memorized your phone number? Yes, I have the same one for years

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? My mum

What does your last text say? "Klingt nicht so prickelnd 😅"

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. /

Quelle: https://www.tumblr.com/bakwaaas/747229608121925632/asks?source=share