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Writing this ebook and investigating this fear started a healing process in me. I don't consider myself recovered, but I do feel more safe and calm now and I feel free. As interested in personal development for over 15 years, I now realize that I all this time had no idea how much this phobia really have affected my life. Simply because I never thought about it as something wrong. I just accepted it as a part of me. One of all the other weird ones.

But it's neither normal, nor okay to have your precious energy consumed and enslaved 24h/day by thoughts and subconsious worries draining you about whether a stomach virus somehow entered your house from contaminated snow under your shoes or through apples from the grocery store.

I want to recommend and incourage anyone to confront your fears, what ever that may be. That is one of the reasons I published the book. It's a metaphor for all the challenges about being human. Fear is a demon enslaving us, not only to irrational, but also sometimes to unethical behaviour. There is no authentic personal growth or goals without confronting our deepest fears. Deep down we really all are the same "crappy" little delicate and exposed souls, afraid of not being accepted by others or good enough. So will that be your good excuse if you ever for example bullied someone else instead? I don't think so. Fight back on your own demons always and stand up for those in need instead or do something, so that you can be proud of yourself when you die.

Back to my phobia, here is the last time that I came in contact with my fear in real life. I currently make my living at the social service in my home town. This latest summer 2010 we had an alarm from an old lady that fell in her home and fractured her foot. Me and my working companion came to her place. She have slipped in her shower and she sits inside on the floor of her shower cabin with the water on and her foot is in an unnatural position when we arrive. We call the ambulance and after checking in if she needs something to eat or drink my colleague starts to ask her: "Do you feel sick? Do you want to vomit? Shall I go for a bucket?"

I now notice that my heart pace start racing a bit but it's still under control. I'm still able to be in complete contact with the body reaction of this happening without having it to turn out to panic. The story ends good, for us all. The ambulance arrives within minutes and the lady recovers completely later at the hospital.

I can now analyze the whole thing and see that the theories of what I had my phobia from fall into place. The lady seems so vulnerable and stuck where she sits in that shower cabin, getting absolutely no where. It all affirms why my fear increases. The situation activate a body memory deep inside of me that I possibly share with millions of other people.