DH is away so this was almost predictable/sod’s law: am a lifelong emetophobe (phobia of vomiting), following traumatic childhood hospital admission. DS (9) has woken up with temp and been sick - aarghhh! Am now cowering in terror and trying to act the part of Normal Mum while internally in a state of rabid terror. I realise this sounds ridiculous to genuine normal mums, but imagine you were having to remain calm and nurturing/supportive while trying to flee for your life - that’s how insane, intense and irrational phobias are. Convulsive shaking and terror. Can anyone offer any kind words or practical advice? Am currently lurking nervously waiting for Bout 2, barking “Well done! You coped really well!” at DS and hating myself.