For about a year now, I get nauseous at various smells. Perfume, fabric softener and especially food-smells.
When I cook meat, I put it on the stove, run into in the yard until I figure the meat is nearly done, run in again, turn the meat - and repeat. Meanwhile I’m gagging and trying not to throw up.
When my clothes or hair smells of food I throw my clothes in the laundry and myself into the tub. heh.
I’m not pregnant.
Nor have I cancer [AFAIK] - so no chemo-therapy.
It’s kinda awkward when I have to go to a restaurant.
I have googled for it for a long time, but the only things I found were, indeed, about morning-sickness and cancer patients.
Can anyone help me where to look? Or does anyone know what the heck is wrong with me?
did you google including the term “*phobia+” (without the quotes)
That eliminate the morning sickness and cancer matches.
I hate the smell of cooking when I am in bed, but not at all other times. I like women’s perfume most of the time. Hate other people’s farts. like my own.
Then there is his phobia about cooking smells, a fixation that is supposed to have instigated his break-up with the actress Isabella Rossellini. “I don’t think a kitchen should be in a home,” he says. “It should be a separate thing. Sometimes an odour will travel to a place far from a kitchen and catch there and that is not a good thing.”
It doesn’t say what can be done about it, though. I could marry and divorce Isabella Rosellini, I guess. heh.
Don’t think there’s anything really wrong with you. I get horrible headaches and queaziness from perfume. An old girlfriend couldn’t stand the smell of burning meat (my god how do you live?!).
Well now that I think about it I don’t. You don’t necessarily fear those smells in the traditional phobia idea of fear. They just make you nauseus. However I do hear of people with phobias feeling physically sick when confronted with their fear.
The smell that gets to me is popcorn popping. A movie theatre lobby is bad, but being at home when the family is doing popcorn in the microwave will result in a rapid exit for me.
Old clam chowder. When I worked the graveyard shift as a cook at a 24-hour restaurant, the last pot of clam chowder on Fridays would be made some hours before I came on duty. So by the time I got there, it had been sitting for quite a while in the warmer. The warmer was on the opposite side of the food window, because the waitresses dished up the soup. So every time they took the lid off the pot, the exhaust fans above the grill would draw the chowder smell through the window right into my face. Made me quite nauseous. I was constantly having to remind the waitresses to put the damn lid back on the pot, because they’d often forget.
