Hello! I'm a guy that got diagnosed with Crohn's this year but I've had symptoms for years (and had surgery yet still wasn't diagnosed for some reason). I guess I'll vent away here for a little since I recently had a bad experience at a restaurant. This is my first time on a Crohnsy forum so I'm not sure how to start. But here it goes:
Being in a restaurant is a very loaded experience for me and for the people around me. They know that I have difficulties with certain foods, and they also know that the restaurant will probably not adapt for me. So, I make a special order. It gets denied. Then I just order rice and when I get rice, it has non-friendly-for-Crohn's vegetables and some weird oil in it. So, I stay hungry and eventually leave the table because the experience is just too painful. The stark contrast of steak, roasted potatoes, fatty sauce and fresh salad against my inedible rice is too great for me to bear. My family sees this, and their facial expressions throw oil to the fire that is inside my head. I remain calm on the outside for as long as I can and leave when it gets too much for me. Outside the restaurant, I look for a place to hide so that I can cry out my frustrations, but I can’t find anywhere to do so. So, I just end up going to a library and try to distract myself from my emotions. These emotions which have been swept under my carpet of consciousness will probably be used as fuel for the next loaded experience in the future.
Is this what adjustment disorder is like? Cause it feels like I just can't adjust to the fact that I suffer and can't have restaurant food while 99% of the population can. (Pulling this 99% of my ass here btw, but I know that 1% on average have Crohn's in western countries.)
Being in a restaurant is a very loaded experience for me and for the people around me. They know that I have difficulties with certain foods, and they also know that the restaurant will probably not adapt for me. So, I make a special order. It gets denied. Then I just order rice and when I get rice, it has non-friendly-for-Crohn's vegetables and some weird oil in it. So, I stay hungry and eventually leave the table because the experience is just too painful. The stark contrast of steak, roasted potatoes, fatty sauce and fresh salad against my inedible rice is too great for me to bear. My family sees this, and their facial expressions throw oil to the fire that is inside my head. I remain calm on the outside for as long as I can and leave when it gets too much for me. Outside the restaurant, I look for a place to hide so that I can cry out my frustrations, but I can’t find anywhere to do so. So, I just end up going to a library and try to distract myself from my emotions. These emotions which have been swept under my carpet of consciousness will probably be used as fuel for the next loaded experience in the future.
Is this what adjustment disorder is like? Cause it feels like I just can't adjust to the fact that I suffer and can't have restaurant food while 99% of the population can. (Pulling this 99% of my ass here btw, but I know that 1% on average have Crohn's in western countries.)