Damn... just typed and lost a long message. Ah well... that'll be because I am weak and pathetic, then!
I have described myself as emetophobic, though maybe, by haychee's standards, I don't 'deserve' the term. I use the term as a convenient shorthand (on here, where I know there are people who do understand, not in everyday life, where, rather, I try to avoid talking about it) for the feelings that puke induces in me. The feelings are very real and physical. They are not 'just in my mind' or what I would call a 'normal' distaste (because, of course, no-one actually likes sick).
I hate myself for the way that I behave when my dds are sick. I loathe the fact that I feel a physical revulsion for them and, yes, want to run away. It breaks my heart to remember a time when my dd was crying for me to hold her, and I just couldn't do it. I feel like - and maybe am - the worst mother in the world. This (and not just pathetic self-pity... when it was just me that was affected I just coped with it as best I could) has made me seek counselling to try to deal with the problem. The counselling hasn't helped much, but it has helped a bit, and I hope to continue to improve. (I have, recently, coped - sort of - with one dd being sick when there was no-one else around to help, so maybe I will get there in the end.)
To be honest, haychee, I don't really mind if you think that I am 'just weak'. You're probably right. But I swear that if I could find a way to 'pull myself together' and just get on with this and cope with it, I would, I really really would.