My life was great until January 1st, 2004. I was a happy, young boy with great dreams of being a professional soccer player and get a scholarship to my favorite university to study medicine. All of that changed when I started feeling a bump on my butt. It felt like a rock was stuck on the side of my left butt cheek, and it hurt like hell when I touched it or sat down. I went to my doctor and she literally started crying when she found out I had an abscess (one of the first symptoms of IBS/Crohn's). She stuck a needle in the big pimple and sucked out about a pint of bloody mucus/pus until I started screaming out in pain, she stopped. I was referred to a Gastroenterologist and proceeded to get surgery which removed the now fistula and gave me a nice scar to show off to whoever was looking at my ass. :thumleft:
Anyway, during this time I lost almost all of my friends and had to quit soccer in order to focus on my health. I was homeschooled for two years and went back to middle school in the 8th grade. Here's where shit got weird.
I looked like a 10 year old while all of my former friends had hit puberty and were on their way to becoming fully grown. I know what you're thinking, "He was only in 8th grade? So what's the big deal? Puberty can hit you in 8th grade!" No. I didn't hit puberty until I was 16 years old and that's only because I began seeing an Endocrinologist who prescribed me growth hormone shots, as my bone age was still at 12 years old. I began growing at a steady pace, but the anxiety and the jokes/stares my friends and family would make were slowing pushing me further into depression.
I only wanted to be healthy and have good friends. Nobody liked me. People would laugh at me when I would sit at their lunch table and eventually I sat in the far corner by myself for the remaining few years of intermediate high school. Just because I was beginning to see changes in my body, I still remained but a child to the naked eye. I would fluctuate between different weights, due to drugs such as Prednisone, and ended up having severe acne problems as well. None of the girls in my school would even talk to me. I had to wear a big jacket to school, even in the spring and when it became hot as hell out, because my stomach was so bloated that I couldn't bear anymore jokes and snickering by my peers, had I worn something like a t-shirt. I would get laughed at in gym class and ended up being hospitalized multiple times for the dumbest things like playing dodgeball or running around the gym... Life just sucked.
Yet, all this time, through all the pain and suffering and humiliation, I maintained excellent grades and eventually graduated in the top 10% of my class. I was a part of many clubs including DECA, DFY and Future Medical Professionals, just for my future and parents sake. I looked 14 when I finally graduated in 2009. Right now I'm 19 but I look about 16.
Fast forward, here I am, still sick and depressed as f**k. I began smoking marijuana for the pain and nausea, as I can't get a prescription for promethazine unless I go to my doctor or the ER, both of which are highly expensive. My mom found out and, long story short, forced me to quit. I have made it very clear that I am not irresponsible with my marijuana usage and I DO NOT smoke to get high... But being in Oklahoma and having a very strict mother, I had to stop. What should I do? I'm nauseated all the time and have EXTREME pains in the lower right part of my stomach (the terminal ileum, I believe). I can't change her mind so I just have to smoke a bit when I'm out with friends, but that doesn't help because I usually just smoked when I was alone in my room, studying or playing video games.
TL;DR My life sucks and if you actually read all of that, I love you. I wish I could just kill myself but I have to prove to MYSELF that I'm stronger than that. What would be gained from suicide? Nothing. I just want to escape this body but there seems to be no way out, not even for a minute.
Does anybody have any advice to give? Please email me if you would like: [email protected]
Thanks everybody, take care.
-Arsha Asteraki
Anyway, during this time I lost almost all of my friends and had to quit soccer in order to focus on my health. I was homeschooled for two years and went back to middle school in the 8th grade. Here's where shit got weird.
I looked like a 10 year old while all of my former friends had hit puberty and were on their way to becoming fully grown. I know what you're thinking, "He was only in 8th grade? So what's the big deal? Puberty can hit you in 8th grade!" No. I didn't hit puberty until I was 16 years old and that's only because I began seeing an Endocrinologist who prescribed me growth hormone shots, as my bone age was still at 12 years old. I began growing at a steady pace, but the anxiety and the jokes/stares my friends and family would make were slowing pushing me further into depression.
I only wanted to be healthy and have good friends. Nobody liked me. People would laugh at me when I would sit at their lunch table and eventually I sat in the far corner by myself for the remaining few years of intermediate high school. Just because I was beginning to see changes in my body, I still remained but a child to the naked eye. I would fluctuate between different weights, due to drugs such as Prednisone, and ended up having severe acne problems as well. None of the girls in my school would even talk to me. I had to wear a big jacket to school, even in the spring and when it became hot as hell out, because my stomach was so bloated that I couldn't bear anymore jokes and snickering by my peers, had I worn something like a t-shirt. I would get laughed at in gym class and ended up being hospitalized multiple times for the dumbest things like playing dodgeball or running around the gym... Life just sucked.
Yet, all this time, through all the pain and suffering and humiliation, I maintained excellent grades and eventually graduated in the top 10% of my class. I was a part of many clubs including DECA, DFY and Future Medical Professionals, just for my future and parents sake. I looked 14 when I finally graduated in 2009. Right now I'm 19 but I look about 16.
Fast forward, here I am, still sick and depressed as f**k. I began smoking marijuana for the pain and nausea, as I can't get a prescription for promethazine unless I go to my doctor or the ER, both of which are highly expensive. My mom found out and, long story short, forced me to quit. I have made it very clear that I am not irresponsible with my marijuana usage and I DO NOT smoke to get high... But being in Oklahoma and having a very strict mother, I had to stop. What should I do? I'm nauseated all the time and have EXTREME pains in the lower right part of my stomach (the terminal ileum, I believe). I can't change her mind so I just have to smoke a bit when I'm out with friends, but that doesn't help because I usually just smoked when I was alone in my room, studying or playing video games.
TL;DR My life sucks and if you actually read all of that, I love you. I wish I could just kill myself but I have to prove to MYSELF that I'm stronger than that. What would be gained from suicide? Nothing. I just want to escape this body but there seems to be no way out, not even for a minute.
Does anybody have any advice to give? Please email me if you would like: [email protected]
Thanks everybody, take care.
-Arsha Asteraki