Today, I was going to write about my Friday night at the end of last week. Instead, I find myself wanting to reach out to bloggers who suffer from irritable bowel syndrome and ask for some advice, based on experiences I’ve had today.
This post will be free of photographs for other bloggers (!) but it might be a bit ‘gross’, as much as I’ll try not too delve in to minute details. Just cautioning you. 😉 I’m asking for your thoughts and opinions because I could quite easily turn to Google and diagnose myself with almost anything.
My first post on this site was one where I explained my experiences throughout life with one form of Toilet Phobia. While I am now far and beyond the majority of the problems and complications I suffered with this through childhood, there is another issue that bears some relevance. It’s something I’ve lived with for over ten-years now, perhaps even longer. I’ve spoken to my GP about it on several occasions and I’ve even been referred to a urologist twice in three years. But, I find myself suffering alone with this, several times every single day.
For my first post here and, as I welcome you to this blog, I’d like to try and go back to my childhood to talk about something that plagued me for several years; eating away at my social confidence while possibly giving birth to the anxieties that would later go on to plague my every day life.