I have really hopeful news for emetophobes. I have had this all my life (I'm 47) and last week I got that bug. There almost wasn't time to get into a state, it just happened and I experienced what I think normal people do after an episode- a feeling of relief. It was a revelation. Yes, it was very unpleasant, and it did go on, but after the third time I was used to it. The joy I felt at not being terrified was so much greater than the nasty feeling. If you just keep telling yourself the actual event only lasts a couple of seconds. Yes, it may go on, but you know it will end eventually and how lovely that will be, that first sip of ginger ale. I wish I could magic this away for the rest of you, but I promise you I had this really, really bad ( the phobia) and I really do think I have some perspective now. I really think if I can crack this, and I was hardcore, so can you!