Whats been your most embarrassing moment because of Crohns?

[drew_wymore]

I'll start.

I met a girl via the internet and we began "dating", she lived in Alaska and I of course live in Washington. We agreed it was time to meet in person so I flew up to Anchorage to meet her and spend a week getting to know each other better and also indulge in our shared passion of photography.

She had just moved into a new apartment so the second day i was there I went out and bought her some new bed sheets and a few other house warming gifts. That very same night while we were sleeping .. I had an "accident". I woke up and felt something and realized what it was and I was absolutely mortified! She wouldn't had known if I hadn't stirred her from her sleep and kicked her out of bed while I stripped the brand new sheets off and dove into the shower. She knew I had Crohns but needless to say the relationship didn't last much longer after my visit with her was done :eek2:


So fellow Crohnies .. what has this disease caused you to be embarrassed about?

 

[BWS1982]

I may be able to think of another later that beats it, but the one off hand that wins right now is that time at work (I work for Chase in a call center, and am about 30 seconds of a brisk walk to the nearest toilet, I counted) when I knew I had to go yet again to use the bathroom. I got up and of course that made things shuffle down below as we all know moving around makes it worse. I started the panic walk of death yet again to the toilet (mind you I shouldn't have even been at work, but push myself sometimes because I need the money, even though I have disability and don't have to go if I'm not up to it) and a few people were in the way and nearby as I whisked through the isle. Suddenly there was too much pressure down below and some started to come out as I walked, it of course made a distinct noise that we all would recognize (this is embarrassing just typing but I feel it's the place I can speak about it), the noise was loud, long, and constant, I had at least one person right behind me just a few feet walking in the same direction, a woman for sure. Others were in earshot too. I don't know who the woman was, as I was paralyzed by humiliation so I didn't want to turn around and look. So I finally made it to the bathroom and started the clean up process (a fun 15 minutes total usually), and to this moment (this was about 5 weeks ago) I still don't know who the woman was, which kills me. Every time I'm at work I wonder who it is, it could be so many people, there's 3000 or so employees in that building. I'll never let go of that incident. You could tell that it wasn't just "air" coming out of me when I was walking, there was "substance". Horrible night indeed, needless to say, I went home early as I was no longer presentable for public (even with the spare boxers I brang).

 

[HmZ2298]

Hmmmm. Most embarrassing situation, huh? I've been pretty good about realizing when I've had to go to the bathroom. Probably the worst time for me was when I was being diagnosed with Crohn's Disease. I hadn't been yet, but apparently, I'd been living a long time with the disease, relatively untreated. Well, eventually, it got so bad that I was crapping and vomitting almost everything, and I still didn't want to go to the hospital, but my mother made me. In hindsight, yes, I was wrong. Anyway, so I go there, and while I'm in the ER, I suddenly feel that I have to go very very badly, but I couldn't control myself. So I got up and tried my best at holding it, and I thought I was succeeding, but then it all started coming out, and I ran for the bathroom, which was only about 10 feet away(lucky for me), but I was dripping all the way. I was only in a hospital gown and underwear, so it was quite the mess. Ah, I was so embarrassed. I must've been in the bathroom for half an hour washing myself up and cleaning the trail I left. And the feeling that everyone else must know was terrible.

 

[BWS1982]

I know the feeling.

That's what's so horrible, I get this signal out of nowhere that I have to go, I stand up, and in literally 2 to 4 seconds, it's already coming out whether I want it to or not. Depends have done a good job at containment but not at making me feel like a fully functioning adult.

 

[Digits]

One of the most embaressing moments would deff have to be right after i got my temporary Ileostomy. i was in 8th grade, in a new city 6X bigger than my old city, and i still hadnt got used to knowing when it was "full." I had a huge issue trying to keep the wafer connected to my skin...

It was all quiet in class, taking a test, and next thing i know, you hear a "POP" and my whole bag had separated from my skin and was hanging down, releasing all my breakfast and lunch onto the floor, with more still coming out.

the bad thing was that it was mostly full of Gas...so the smell was horrible. no one would enter the class for the rest of the day and i believe i stayed home under the covers for the rest of the week.

 

[drew_wymore]

Thanks for sharing guys. I brought up the topic because you know .. I realized we've all been there at some point and while its embarrassing its nice to be able to surrounded by people who understand what we have to go through and face on a sometimes daily basis.

I was at a casino one night and wearing khaki's and thought I had nothing more then a little gas, fortunately for me I was wearing a wind breaker around my pants as it turned out to be a "shart" which I didn't realize until i got a few weird looks right after it happened.

Its nice to know we're not alone though

 

[butt-eze]

I as in an elevator full of people on the way up to the 15th floor of my building, where I worked at the time.
Immediately after the doors shut I knew it wasn't going to be a good scene. I looked up as the floor counter ticked and immediately pressed the next consecutive number to get off. No luck! There was no bathroom insight and my pink pants were quickly turning brown.
I got back on the elevator which was full again and went down several floors with people crowded around me.
I walked several hundred yards before finding a bathroom. Where I proceeded to start my clean up (you all know how fun that is!). We should seriously buy stock in toilet paper! Anyways, a cleaning lady come into the bathroom and proceeded to clean up while I was in there. I could tell that she was waiting to get into my stall. That was not going to happen.
Unfortunately I had taken the hour long commute into work on the bus. Which meant my husband had to drive to Seattle to pick me up!