''Humans have been eating all kinds of garbage in their food for centuries. Our bodies know how to handle it.
I can sympathize with your battle against anxiety, it's a tough foe to conquer. I have fought with this condition all my life. Anxiety is a foreign invader and should be viewed as such. Anxiety is not an attribute of the soul, it is body centric. Tell it to leave and refuse to pay it any attention. This is difficult at first, but keep at it. STS forces love to induce anxiety and feed off the reaction. Why feel miserable and feed the lizzies at the same time?
I like to take a deep breath and visualize the anxiety being expelled with the outgoing breath.
Remember, you're the one driving the bus, not your body''.
Yes, i get the same impression too. Because my anxiety manifests even when in not overly stressed or low necessarily.
But i have to remind you , that is not so much the fact there are germs in my food, but my fear of getting sick and throwing up and not controling myself that forces me out of balance.
To give you an example : I went with my parents for 2 days on a trip. When i left i was ok and eager to make my luggage and get ready for adventure. While i was in the car, i felt a bit drowsy because it was too hot inside, the air conditioning didn't work, and my mum refused to open the windows because she has problems with her ears. After too hours of driving i didn't feel very well but we reached our destination, found a hotel and checked in. It was cool there and we headed for a stroll to dine at a restaurant. Meanwhile i had another issue which was stressing me all day long ( i also have irritable bowel movements) and i coudln't get properly to a toilet to ease my bowels and didn't talk about needing to either.
To the restaurant we sat quietly , ordered food (i ordered schnitzel and broccoli) and when they brought it to me it seemed it was too much on the plate and i've became suddently and violently anxious ( heart pounding, sweating, bowel movements, my appetite dissapeared and i felt my throught very dry and couldn't swallow and chew my food properly, my taste changed too) I sensed the dread coming, not being able to eat all or being on the verge of throwing up. My mum tried to apppease me and told me not to force myself eating all if i weren't hungry but i did ( at 12 years, on the same basis i refused to eat for fear of getting sick and i had anorexia for months so now i try to eat all not to let the phobia take over my body) .
I get this problem every time i eat in a public place and i need to pace myself, chew slowly and try to cope with that feeling but even if i succeed it doesn't go away and later on i feel worse, i feel nauseaus or i have a bad taste in my mouth , i can't sleep, i shake at night, i cry out of fear or shame because everyone around realizes i'm tense and almost hysterical ( it helps me if talk about it so i don't hide my problem but the people i am with don't quite get what's wrong with me that i can't have a good time like everyone else).
It never occured to me to get sick in public except when i was in kindergarden when i vomited in front of other children while heaving breakfast and forcing myself to drink a whole mug of milk. If it was this experience or others involving vomit moments i can't tell, all seem to me now traumatic and embarassing.
I went on other trips too and in a few, for when i was in college sometimes i coped better and enjoyed myself, at other times, though i felt so anxious and worked up that my worst fear made me throw up ( happily not in public and not very much) and live again what i feared most. I don't know if it's a good thing that i expose myself to living my fear like that.
I don't take antidepressants or other drugs ( on trips i do take anti emethics if i get anxiety nausea) , i don't have motion sickness and i'm usually a healthy person except my stomach cramps or intestinal disorders that manifest from time to time. Sometimes even this gives me anxiety since if i travel by bus or car i can't go very easly to a toilet whener i need to.
For those that advised me to renounce eating gluten and diary foods i really don't know what to say ( i know you are right). First of all when i say bread that means 3 or 4 slices a day, i don't eat during lunch time or the pizza dodge which i eat 2 times a week. In my country it's hard to find products without gluten that can be fresh because many people don't buy them ( I live in Romania) and the rare ones that are on the market are very expensive and not very fresh.
so there are not extensively producted or sold. And sweets, well again 3 or 4 tablets a day of chocolate.
I have 55 kg and 1'70 cm , so i guess i'm not under or overweight and i feel good when i'm not traveling or dining out with friends. I really didn't let my phobia and anxiety take over my life , i get out with friends, with family members , on family reunions, on summer i travel even abroad. That's the thing that many times i see nice things and places and the good impressions that i get and the effort to contain myself pays off and i relax , get to free myself out of this. But at other times something ( and this is waht i can't put a finger on ) triggers my vomit phobia and extreme anxiety.
I'm so sad that now i'm 25 and despite my struggle at times i feel that nothing really changed concerning this problem and i get as worked up as i got when i was a kid and i feel as vulnerable and fearfull as then thinking that i will die or get severly handicapped by this. At some point in time i visited a therapist and get to talk with her about this , she told me is a n obsessive compulsive disorder and she gave me some questinnaries in order to asses my anxiety and follow a cognitive programme but after 3-4 sesions i gave up cause i didn't feel she really helped me ( she gave me more papers to write and to some i didn't quite know what to say because the questions seemed confusing to me). More then this , except holidays and having to travel i feel fine ( i only have problems with it when i have exams and stressful situations but i get over them without much trouble now). My only problem is i wish it to find a cure for it to lead a true normal life whenerver possible.
Soon i will get hired, my students days are over, maybe i will know a nice guy and i don't want him to trouble him with my issues or explain what is wrong with me. Having to talk about my irritable bowel and other digestive upsets is making me feel uneasy and uncapacited. Even my father ( which i think is a narcissist) told me that this is still a handicapp which sadly i still feel it is despite my succes in overcoming it. I also find exhausting why i have to explain myself for having this on some occasions and how it doesn't come on others.