Irritable Bowel Syndrome Message Boards | Holy Moly.. I'm not alone?!?!

I've known about my condition of IBS for about 3 years now. I'm currently a Senior at my local high school, and i couldn't begin to explain the discomfort I've been through. Having to go to the bathroom ((or at least "thinking I do")) and spending up to 1/2 on the toilet didn't exactly fit into my daily class schedule. I'd be in class and the thought of running to the door or crying because I crave normal crossed my mind so many times. The past two year's have effected my future so greatly that I sit here and question if I really will ever be normal. ((Normal as in not living in my bathroom)) I even feel uncomfortable going to see a movie in theaters sometimes b/c of my stomach hurting or making noises that I just can't ignore and refuse to chew gum b/c for some reason that upsets my stomach too? After numerous doctors appointments, therapist visits and speeches about how "this is all in your head," the class room inventually got so intence for me that I took it upon myself to stop going and made skipping part of my schedule. The thought of putting myself into that position of discomfort and humiliation of stomach noises and growling, gave me sweaty palms and panic attacks. I was informed during this past Christmas break that b/c of my poor attendence I was being withdrawn from school. My mother is very supporting and faught for me 110%. With old doctors notes and trying to explain in a few words ((without embarressing myself)) that this IBS is nothing fun, they gave me a second chance. Christmas Vacation is now over and I'm back to school. I've gone to school every day for the past three weeks and i've bit my tounge, held my stomach, and stuck it out in every quiet classroom I've been put in. ((Isn't that amazing that I'm excited about being able to sit in a class room?)) That is.. up until last Thrusday. When I didn't have enough time to fully finish my daily routine of bathroom time in the morning, I was stuck in the dreadful Algebra II class that I thought was literally never going to end. After, not being able to bare another second during a quiz review, I quickly asked to go to the bathroom and came straight to my Guidence department. My new counsoler Mrs. Issaccson has always asked me to be open with her and that she'll never know what i'm going through unless I told her. I walked into her office and my shaking hands and watery eyes couldn't help but break down. I poured my heart out about everything. About my stresses, about my family, about my wish of being normal.

I tried. I tried my hardest to be strong and I've come to realize that sometimes it's okay not to be. Turns out, my fabulous new friend Mrs. Issaccson has a similar problem.

It's no loner Thursday and is now Tuesday. I woke up this morning with the same problem and started crying. I came straight to her b4 class and are now in the school guidence department typing my first ((and far from last post.)) I plan on looking at Heather's diet and reading her book in hope of some miracle. I figured I'd share my story and be a frequent visitor on this site. I find comfort in knowing I'm not alone and wish everyone luck with their own problems. Bell just rung, and I have to go to my next period class. I'll be okay.

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