Dating someone with an ostomy
I actually took a photo of it and decided to raise money for Crohn’s and Colitis Australia, and plastered the photo all over Facebook and Instagram. I was comfortable in my skin, so guess what happened?I met a guy, who wasn’t afraid of what I told or showed him; he actually loved me more because of what I had been through, and how I still managed to be so positive and happy about life.
With hopefully only one more surgery in the future, I can finally say I don’t care about having a bag, nor about finding someone to love me; I honestly couldn’t care less.This was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.Life was great for the following nine months or so.I was so happy within myself, but very shy and embarrassed about having it.Of course I told my friends, but I wasn’t really open about it with new people.The muscles would cramp up every time I went to the toilet, and the skin around that area was so sensitive that toilet paper was worse than sandpaper.
I would cry and cry every time I went to the toilet.
I remember thinking that I’d missed my chance to find someone to love me; I was too sick in those four months to go out and meet someone, and that scared me the most.
This time with the bag I wasn’t as shy, and didn’t feel embarrassed.
I believe this was a really important time for me; it allowed me to accept my situation.
Once I’d recovered from surgery, I remember feeling amazing because I wasn’t in any pain and wasn’t running to the toilet every few minutes; I literally went about 30 times a day previously.
I was sick for three years with Ulcerative Colitis and would always joke that the next step would be a bag. But when a surgeon walked up to my hospital bed and said, , leaving me in tears, my new reality began.