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Well... welcome to the new home of my Blog. I am hoping to make this an honest space where I can vent a little, educate a little, and hopefully also be educated in return.
A little over 10 years ago I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. I have suffered flare-ups off an on since then, even ending up leaving a job because of it and being off work for a year. I'm mentally on the rebound now - and have found a path that I am passionate about following. But.. my BM problems have continued to haunt me. Doctor's don't seem to pay too much attention to UC - especially because I am not stick thin and haven't been hospitalized. The impact UC has on one's life and mental state is unfathomable. I have days (more common than not lately) where I can't even remember what it was like not being preoccupied with how my stomach is feeling after a meal and if I will be able to go out and do something or if I need to stay by my bathroom.
Because UC deals with poop it is a taboo subject to talk about, and most of us living with it spend the majority of our time embarrased. Well... here goes nothing!
At 30.5 years old - today was the first day that I finally broke down and opened the bag of Depends that my mother had bought for me during my last flare up. For the last two weeks I haven't been able to get more than half way to the bus stop on my morning commute without the familiar pangs of stomach troubles rising and an unsuccessful dash to the washroom in the closest Starbucks. I've gotten quite adept at cleaning myself up, and not bawling my eyes out once I make it on the bus! So, this morning I faced facts... and a bright pink plastic bag of adult diapers. Ah... so sexy... just like Calvin Klien would wear! Whatever would the folks on "What Not to Wear" do with me?
So there we go. I was hoping to make it to at least 45 yrs old before taking the diving into the world of adult dipes... but I fell short by 15 years. But you know what? It wasn't the end of the world. I took the bus... I got to work... and no one pointed and laughed. I made it through the day just fine.
A little over 10 years ago I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. I have suffered flare-ups off an on since then, even ending up leaving a job because of it and being off work for a year. I'm mentally on the rebound now - and have found a path that I am passionate about following. But.. my BM problems have continued to haunt me. Doctor's don't seem to pay too much attention to UC - especially because I am not stick thin and haven't been hospitalized. The impact UC has on one's life and mental state is unfathomable. I have days (more common than not lately) where I can't even remember what it was like not being preoccupied with how my stomach is feeling after a meal and if I will be able to go out and do something or if I need to stay by my bathroom.
Because UC deals with poop it is a taboo subject to talk about, and most of us living with it spend the majority of our time embarrased. Well... here goes nothing!
At 30.5 years old - today was the first day that I finally broke down and opened the bag of Depends that my mother had bought for me during my last flare up. For the last two weeks I haven't been able to get more than half way to the bus stop on my morning commute without the familiar pangs of stomach troubles rising and an unsuccessful dash to the washroom in the closest Starbucks. I've gotten quite adept at cleaning myself up, and not bawling my eyes out once I make it on the bus! So, this morning I faced facts... and a bright pink plastic bag of adult diapers. Ah... so sexy... just like Calvin Klien would wear! Whatever would the folks on "What Not to Wear" do with me?
So there we go. I was hoping to make it to at least 45 yrs old before taking the diving into the world of adult dipes... but I fell short by 15 years. But you know what? It wasn't the end of the world. I took the bus... I got to work... and no one pointed and laughed. I made it through the day just fine.
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10:33 p.m.
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