Well, a bit of a mixed experience, but having got over my tears, I can now let you know what happened.
First, I was kept waiting 40 minutes past my appt time which was not good as I was feeling so shaky and had a pain in my chest with nerves. Plus ds3 (21 months) played nicely for 20 minutes but then got bored (what a surprise) and started pushing his pushchair around the crowded waiting room and bumping into things. I got really mad with the doctor for keeping me waiting so long, but then, that is like her: dh once had the first appt of the day and still was kept waiting.
When I got in, she said "ooh you have lost all your weight since having the baby haven't you? You are rake thin" which made me burst into tears because, although I don't starve myself like prefernot, I am aware of the connection and suddenly panicked that I too was going to be labelled anorexic or bullimic (ludicrous in an emetophobe!)
Anyway, then I cried like a baby and couldn't speak at all for about 5 minutes and felt the prize wally I said I would.
Finally, got it out with a lot of deep breathing in between words. The best bit was that she wasn't rude about it at all and she accepted it for real. BUT that was about it. She actually said, "But you don't have to worry about that very much do you? I mean, I'm sure it doesn't happen very often does it? I can't remember the last time mine were ill.." I could have shaken her and said "But of course you can't, because you do not suffer from this phobia!" That is the whole point. The phobia manifests itself in a constant fear of when the next attack will be. Anyway, I can remember the last time one of her children was ill. Because we live in a village and her youngest is child-minded by my neighbour, I can remember my neighbour telling me her eldest son had had a tummy bug only a few months ago! Now that's an emetophobe for you!
Well, having discussed my absolute misery and how constant the fear is, etc, she then said that anti-depressants would be good for me and explained how the brain can't function properly without melatonin and the AD's increase the melatonin in the brain. Now, I don't want to alienate you folks, but I am not a big taker of pills and AD's are not the answer for me. So I declined the offer of Prozac and Seroxat although she said that any therapy I have will dig deep and bring up issues that will be painful for me and she thought I would handle it better if I was drugged to the eyeballs. I said I wanted to give therapy a go and if it didn't get me anywhere I would consider pills then. Sorry if this offends any AD takers - this is just me.
GP seemed to get a bit frosty after that but has referred me to a clinical psychologist specialising in "panic disorders". The waiting list (because I cannot afford private) is about 2-3 months apparently.
By the time the consultation ended, I had the distinct impression that GP was p*ed off with me, and I was definitely not happy with her, but who cares? The referral has been made.