This is likely to end up as a bunch of incoherent ramblings as it's
after 2am and I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say, just that I
need to get stuff out of my head somewhere people will possibly read it.
So, 21, Female, no list of diagnosed is...
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This is likely to end up as a bunch of incoherent ramblings as it's
after 2am and I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say, just that I
need to get stuff out of my head somewhere people will possibly read it.
So, 21, Female, no list of diagnosed issues. I spent a good portion of
my teenage years being sick, the years when you develop great
friendships, start shaping who you are and who you want to be in the
future. I was really sick, and missed a lot. After 6 years I was left
with one option. I had to have surgery to remove my entire large
intestine, and was left with an Ileostomy. Essentially, a piece of my
small intestine pokes through the wall of my abdomen, and an adhesive
bag is attached to collect poop. Before I had the surgery I had a bf,
our relationship continued after I had the surgery and he was very
supportive and didn't have a problem with the ostomy bag. I've had the
bag for over a year now, and been without my ex for over 6 months. In
this time I've been rejected by 3 different men who were very into me
but then suddenly disappeared at the mention of my Ostomy. I also gained
a LOT of weight due to one of the medications I was on for my disease.
Combine being severely overweight with an Ostomy bag and voila,
instantly unattractive. Sprinkle some rejection on, add a dash of snide
remarks from strangers and we have an even better dish of self loathing.
I became fairly isolated whilst sick, and now I don't have any friends,
aside from a couple of people I talk to online. I'm terrified of meeting
them IRL and constantly make excuses. It freaks me out to the point
where I wont even talk on the phone to them or skype with them. My only
social interation is with family. Lately the rejection of a really great
guy sent me into a spin. If he was an a***hole I could handle it, it
wouldn't matter, but he's actually a really great guy so it messed with
my head.I feel like I'm going to live the rest of my life alone, and
once I move out I'll basically live in isolation only seeing people for
family gatherings and work. I know it's silly, and people will say
"you're only 21, you're still young" but they haven't had to deal with
having an actual bag of poop on their abdomen. No one wants to get
physical with that. Plenty of guys don't have an issue with fat, but
they can't handle an Ostomy. Theirs a stigma around Ostomies, and a
societal belief that they're only for old people. When a young person
has one it's suddenly a tragedy, a story to tell to fill others with
horror. In high school we watched a video of a guy who had been drink
driving, caused an accident, and ended up with an Ostomy. They made it
seem like it was the most disgusting thing ever, they basically shamed
it. Thankfully I didn't have mine yet, but I knew at that point that it
was an option. Looking back it seems like a really awful thing to do. So
yeah, my ramblings. It basically amounts to poor me, I loathe myself,
pity me.