You know, it's kinda weird being an emetophobic person irl but still loving to read sickfics/emeto. I used to think that there was something wrong with me, that I was exaggerating, that I was crazy, but recently, I learned that it's completely normal.
Both things can coexist, one is a sensory reaction, the other an emotional one.
What triggers panic in real life is not the same as what comforts me in fiction. Reading those stories isn't about the act itself, but about the vulnerability, the care, and the quiet kind of closeness that comes with it.
It still feels strange sometimes, but I’m learning to accept that my brain reacts in complex ways.
I just hope someday I can go back to therapy and keep working on it, so maybe I can understand myself a little better and keep healing at my own pace.















