With regards to the āemetophobes should grow the fuck upā comment, speaking as someone mostly ārecoveredā (Iām not sure how else to phrase that, ironically) you have no fucking clue how *difficult* it is to live with that phobia specifically. I developed fucking ARFID thanks to it; if you have no idea what ARFID is, I can point in the direction of Wikipedia where, not only can the people who wrote the article explain what it is, they explain exactly its symptoms and origins. That can give you just a sliver of insight into what it means to live with such a disorder. Do you think I woke up one day and decided I was in for a good time if I was suddenly scared of people being sick? Do you have any idea of how fucking *embarrassing* it is to repeatedly run away from scenarios in which someone mentions, even in passing, they feel a little off? I wish I could tell you in an exact number how many events Iāve passed up, outings with friends and family Iāve missed, meals Iāve run away from. You say we should āgrow the fuck upā with such disdain as if we all consciously chose to have this affliction. Do you think it makes sense to hole yourself away, to be constantly aware of who is in the room and what physical state theyāre in, to meticulously watch what youāre putting into your body because of fears of what itāll do to your guts? Iāve shied away from kids, from drunks, to random people in the fucking street, from my own goddamn fucking friends - I viewed everyone like they were *dirty* and *unsafe*, I couldnāt trust *anybody*. And this was while I was growing up as a young kid - before I was ten years old. It took *years* to recover from my eating disorder, and more years after that to finally be at peace with the fact that vomiting is a natural consequence of the body protecting itself. Iām 27 now. *I spent my childhood in terror* over something most people think little about. I still remember dreaming very vividly about someone vomiting on my face (it wasnāt based on something that happened) before I had to go to school and being *utterly inconsolable* for at least half an hour. I still remember the mad dash I made away from someone who had just thrown up when I was less than ten years old, and I wonder how long I had spent in that corner before I was told it was safe to come back out. I still remember the abject panic of being in a car with someone so drunk they were throwing up, and how I refused to get in that car for a while afterwards. I still remember when I wasnāt feeling very well I forced myself to eat something and associated it with feeling sick for well over ten years afterwards. I still remember trying to get myself comfortable with listening to the sounds of people throwing up and screaming as I threw my phone across the room in full on monkey brain mode. You really believe that a deeply ingrained and, as Pukey-cutie literally already said, irrational fear is something we need to pull ourselves by our bootstraps over and just snap out of it? As if it were that easy? If you still donāt believe emetophobia is real and a genuinely damaging condition to have I implore you to read Wikipedia articles, talk to emetophobic people, watch videos about emetophobia - and if after that you still have no ounce of empathy? I want you to go fuck yourself. Truly. Go fuck yourself. I donāt want to hear about your ludicrous claims, you are someone with no care for others and I frankly do not want to hear it.
I do want to ask, *how dare you*? How dare you have the balls and audacity to judge someone on something you know absolutely nothing about? Especially someoneās relationship? From having been there I can tell you it doesnāt end well in your favour. Who made you the authority on this personās relationship? *Who the fuck asked you?* Youāre a jacked up little coward hiding behind the anonymity your device provides; if you really want to make a statement come off anon and have the proper balls to stand by your shit. Iād love to have you slide in my DMs (oh, and a fist in your face, perhaps).