So I know this may sound silly. I'm currently lucky enough to be in remission after having my bag reversed back in August (but my bowels aren't back to 'normal' whatsoever). In September I started my Masters at a new uni and met some really nice people and thought I should be open about it. It is after all the main thing that's been happening in my life for 3 years.
Anyway, I was having a chat with one of my girlfriends about how it all began, how I was so relieved to be on steriods at this point because I had been so so unwell and couldn't eat, vomiting every day and horrific stomach issues, and actually at that point relieved I had been diagnosed with something - hardi ha, if only I had known what the next 3 years would bring. I knew she had, had blood in her stool a while back and they thought it was Crohn's, however, her reaction was; I can't believe you took the steriods! I mean, they gave them to me but I didn't want to take them in case they made me fat, didn't they make you fat?
I know it sounds stupid but it did make me cross. This is a girl who was able to say; no I won't take them, because they mgiht make me fat - yet, I was so so relieved to have something that might make it all better, that might make me able to eat again or something, that I didn't think twice about taking them. I didn't care if they did make me fat. I was that ill I would have happily taken anything if it made me feel better.. Am I being silly? I don't know why it bothered me so much...
And then I was later having a discussion with her and another girl, about having the bag, and I jokingly showed them a picture of it. I know it sounds stupid, but their innocence surrounding it all hit home, the fact they didn't have a clue. I'm 23. I shouldn't have to know about bags and all that shiz. It made me angry and sad that I did know, that this has been life and that I am dreading March when all my tests and stuff start up again.
I guess in a way neither of them will ever really have a clue, and I hope to god that they don't. It was a lesson in the fact that I'm not as 'over it' as I thought I was, because it still makes me angry that people don't have a clue just how ill actually is ill. Is it normal to feel this way, or is it just me being stupid? Maybe I was just angry with myself?
Anyway, I was having a chat with one of my girlfriends about how it all began, how I was so relieved to be on steriods at this point because I had been so so unwell and couldn't eat, vomiting every day and horrific stomach issues, and actually at that point relieved I had been diagnosed with something - hardi ha, if only I had known what the next 3 years would bring. I knew she had, had blood in her stool a while back and they thought it was Crohn's, however, her reaction was; I can't believe you took the steriods! I mean, they gave them to me but I didn't want to take them in case they made me fat, didn't they make you fat?
I know it sounds stupid but it did make me cross. This is a girl who was able to say; no I won't take them, because they mgiht make me fat - yet, I was so so relieved to have something that might make it all better, that might make me able to eat again or something, that I didn't think twice about taking them. I didn't care if they did make me fat. I was that ill I would have happily taken anything if it made me feel better.. Am I being silly? I don't know why it bothered me so much...
And then I was later having a discussion with her and another girl, about having the bag, and I jokingly showed them a picture of it. I know it sounds stupid, but their innocence surrounding it all hit home, the fact they didn't have a clue. I'm 23. I shouldn't have to know about bags and all that shiz. It made me angry and sad that I did know, that this has been life and that I am dreading March when all my tests and stuff start up again.
I guess in a way neither of them will ever really have a clue, and I hope to god that they don't. It was a lesson in the fact that I'm not as 'over it' as I thought I was, because it still makes me angry that people don't have a clue just how ill actually is ill. Is it normal to feel this way, or is it just me being stupid? Maybe I was just angry with myself?