Nothing to see here, just me and a giant inflatable cock. His name is Rupert. He likes a hug. He tells me that Christmas can be tough on fowl. So, I guess while we delicately navigate our way through Christmas dinner roulette, Rupert and pals are more committed. So I guess there’s always someone having a worse time...thank you Rupert for bringing me perspective... #bumsoutgunsout#positivebodyimage#2700pressups#pressupworldrecordattempt#crohns#colitis#ibd
IBD Awareness Week: Day 3...
The Mirror Crack’d...
Bums are front and centre of IBD, whether it’s spending 45 mins sat in a loo, bent double with cramps and bleeding from your bum, or from the treatments which include endoscopies, dilatations or steroid enemas.
IBD has so many unbearable moments - the fear when you first get ill, that it doesn’t clear up and get better, and you start to forget what it was like to be well; the devastating relapse after a remission, knowing you’re back to square one after being well; the side effects of the medication.
When I was first diagnosed and up until surgery, (14 - 20) it was going into hospitals, and specifically for a bum camera that I really struggled with; you’re vulnerable, exposed, feel humiliated and want the ground to swallow you up so you can hide.
Now I don’t care - it gets to the point that you get used to it. But to get there, it’s important you claim your body back from the illness. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about your body and going to the toilet is not a taboo. Everyone has a bum. I don’t care who sees mine if it’s me making a joke and on my terms; I struggle when the illness dehumanises you to a Hospital number. It’s so important to try to laugh, even at your lowest. So this is me, a while back attempting just that ahead of a close up I didn’t want.
To all IBD patients, here’s to claiming your body back and hopefully having a laugh with it in the progress.