I think I've had IBS all my life. It just got worse after I had my son back in 1988. I am 48. I've had issues with food all my life. My mother was passive/agressive and because I never knew where I was with her emotionally I did the only thing I could to control my life - I decided what I would and wouldn't eat. For a long time while I was a child I would only eat Weetabix. When I became a teenager I fell into the habit of getting her okay to eat certain foods. It was all linked to her phobia of vomitting, which she passed onto me. So there were always food issues in our house. Later I married an alcoholic and food happened once a day - a massive meal when I was tired. During this time I had my son, and my IBS, which hadn't been that bad until then, became a nightmare. I had masititis when my son was a week old and was prescribed antibiotics which killed off my intestinal flora. Since that time I have suffered from IBS, which gets much worse just before menstruation. I want to wake up from this nightmare one day but fear I never will. I've tried everything, every diet, every elimination process, every supplement, every quack theory going. I am caught in a loop. My problems started a very long time ago and they've layered one on top of the other until now they are stuck. Sounds like I'm a hopeless case and yet I've had a fantastic career, now have a wonderful relationship and a beautiful son. I just can't go out to eat without becoming ill, can't miss meals, can't eat much when I do eat, don't put on weight, (I'm stick thin and constantly accused by larger women of being anorexic, something I've never been despite my problems), feel sick when I eat, feel, bloated two hours after meals, rush to the toilet several times in the mornings, have spasms that bend me double sometimes, have terrible low blood sugar jaggs and can't eat sugar or anything with sugar for the simple reason that it exacerbates the blood sugar thing. Yet my doctor says there's nothing wrong with me, it's stress, it's IBS, I have to put up with it.
I am at my wits end. I meditate. I became a hypnotherapist and healer. I do all I can. Nothing works for me. I can't go on like this much longer.
I will try one more time to deal with this through diet. I will try your suggestions and hope that I can level out. I know that when I'm stressed it gets worse. When I eat certain food it gets worse. When I am tired it gets worse. When I'm rushed it gets worse. It gets better though at the most bizarre moments, when I really have no idea what I did.
So there, that's me. Basket case I'm afraid.
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