I promise, better updates coming soon!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Oops
So now I will actually be updating this blog. I have some interesting perspectives on the life with IBS.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Hello
So this is the first time I have blogged...well not really. I do have a few emo type posts on my myspace page, but they were mainly written right out of college and concern men. This blog is going to focus on....
Irritable Bowel Syndrome!!!
In other words...poop. Or no poop. Depends on the day.
Cue the sound of five year olds cheering.
Yeah, no one who is an adult likes to discuss this. Add in that I am a female, and that I have decidedly pro-feminist leanings in a not so pro-feminist world...leaves me with a brand new blog to write my feelings!
Why am I writing this? Besides my own desperate need to just finally be HEARD? Well, I was cruising the support group blogs and was deeply saddened by how many people who suffer from this disease not only suffer silently, but are miserable to boot. Now, I am in a deeply stressful time in my life, but I like to think I can still see the sunny side. Most of the time. I did get very sad though to see how everyone else is so sad. Especially since this is something that is so hard to own, to control.
IBS at it's base, is a disease of control, more specifically, the lack there of. IBS is hard on anyone, and it seems type A people like myself have a higher risk of developing it. That means I want everything in nice orderly piles, entirely in my control, but instead...I have no control over my own body! Instead of looking at this like a complete ok-back0to-bed-covers-over-head-bye moment, I try to see it as sources of some comedic gems. I will post some of those here, if only to make people laugh, and selfishly to make myself laugh, as some of these memories make me die laughing.
And here is where I choose to take some control back. As I write more, you can see a more complete picture of what I live with. I do not want pity, i want empathy and understanding. Guess what? I am going to ask for it. I am throwing social mores out the window and I am demanding understanding and respect. I will battle for it in every stage of my life, and have been since I was diagnosed at 13. I am 27 now, and nothing much has changed, other than the way I view my life.
I no longer view IBS as a cage (at least most days) I view it as an experience. I firmly believe I would not be the person I am today, would not have the resiliancy I have today, were it not for IBS.
So here goes, my quest to maybe shine some light on this for me...and also for the people who live, afraid to go out because they never know when the urge will hit. I will post stories in all areas of life, from work, to family, to dating. I wil llaugh, I will cry, and maybe I can make someone feel not so alone. Becuase that is the other cornerstone of IBS: isolation. When you suffer from something you can't control and can't discuss, where does that put you? Why in a not so pleasant place.
I hope this blog through its rants, raves, and ideally humor, will help pull people out of the not so pleasant place. And on my bad days, I hope it pulls me out too.
Irritable Bowel Syndrome!!!
In other words...poop. Or no poop. Depends on the day.
Cue the sound of five year olds cheering.
Yeah, no one who is an adult likes to discuss this. Add in that I am a female, and that I have decidedly pro-feminist leanings in a not so pro-feminist world...leaves me with a brand new blog to write my feelings!
Why am I writing this? Besides my own desperate need to just finally be HEARD? Well, I was cruising the support group blogs and was deeply saddened by how many people who suffer from this disease not only suffer silently, but are miserable to boot. Now, I am in a deeply stressful time in my life, but I like to think I can still see the sunny side. Most of the time. I did get very sad though to see how everyone else is so sad. Especially since this is something that is so hard to own, to control.
IBS at it's base, is a disease of control, more specifically, the lack there of. IBS is hard on anyone, and it seems type A people like myself have a higher risk of developing it. That means I want everything in nice orderly piles, entirely in my control, but instead...I have no control over my own body! Instead of looking at this like a complete ok-back0to-bed-covers-over-head-bye moment, I try to see it as sources of some comedic gems. I will post some of those here, if only to make people laugh, and selfishly to make myself laugh, as some of these memories make me die laughing.
And here is where I choose to take some control back. As I write more, you can see a more complete picture of what I live with. I do not want pity, i want empathy and understanding. Guess what? I am going to ask for it. I am throwing social mores out the window and I am demanding understanding and respect. I will battle for it in every stage of my life, and have been since I was diagnosed at 13. I am 27 now, and nothing much has changed, other than the way I view my life.
I no longer view IBS as a cage (at least most days) I view it as an experience. I firmly believe I would not be the person I am today, would not have the resiliancy I have today, were it not for IBS.
So here goes, my quest to maybe shine some light on this for me...and also for the people who live, afraid to go out because they never know when the urge will hit. I will post stories in all areas of life, from work, to family, to dating. I wil llaugh, I will cry, and maybe I can make someone feel not so alone. Becuase that is the other cornerstone of IBS: isolation. When you suffer from something you can't control and can't discuss, where does that put you? Why in a not so pleasant place.
I hope this blog through its rants, raves, and ideally humor, will help pull people out of the not so pleasant place. And on my bad days, I hope it pulls me out too.
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