No one believes me

My story begins in May 2013, one day I was lying on the sofa and I remember feeling the most excruciating pain and the urge to rush to the toiler that I couldn't ignore. This was my first ever IBS attack and It lasted for over 2 hours. Once It was over I was drained, I had been zapped of all my energy and could barely keep my eyes open as all I wanted to do was sleep but I still had a dull pain in my stomach ( This happens after every one of my attacks). I remember being scared as I didn't understand what was going on and because the pain was so severe and fluctuating in and out. I thought it was just a one off but it carried on for weeks, my parents told me it was nothing to worry about and It was just something I ate.

"Nothing was wrong with me"

Fast forward to 2 years later and I have finally pestered my parents enough to go to the doctor that they take me. I outline everything that happens and how debilitating it has been for me and I break down into tears in front of the doctor, only to be met with the answer It's your body growing into a woman and getting ready to start your period. I knew this was wrong but it had planted that seed of doubt in my head which made me wonder whether it was all in my head and I was being stupid, It was just my body hitting puberty right? I carry on the next 3 years waiting for this pain to just stop by the onset of my period but by this point it has got so bad that I was in fear of leaving my house to go to school or even spend time with my friends.

I had stomach attacks at school, at home and even when I was out and away from home. Sometimes these would carry on every evening for weeks and it would make me associate a certain time with the onset of a stomach attack or it would happen every Saturday so I associated that day with a stomach attack (I did dance on Saturdays and as my mum thought I was fine and told me nothing was wrong with me then I had to go and It made me very miserable and unhappy not to mention anxious and I tended to have attacks). This made me petrified to leave my house but whenever I explained it to someone I was always told the pain was in my head and there was nothing wrong with me. This was so damaging to my mental health and I developed severe anxiety to the point where I never wanted to leave my house in fear of having a stomach attack and whenever I was away from my house (my safe place) I would always be on edge and ridiculously nervous so I could never concentrate or enjoy myself.

Not all in my head

I finally went back to the doctors and got an appointment with a different doctor in hopes that they could help me and tell me it wasn't all in my head because by this point I was so confused and I was so upset because I felt very alone and like no one believed me. But luckily I got an appointment with the nicest doctor who told me it wasn't all in my head and that they were here to help me. The next 6 months consisted of blood tests and ultrasounds that revealed nothing. I have never been more happy but sad at the same time because It meant that I didn't have all these very severe diseases they were testing me for but it also meant that I didn't have any answers. I also was given different types of medication and had to work my way up to find what actually worked for me. My doctor finally told me that once we had eliminated many of the other bowel diseases that I had exerted symptoms of that I had IBS and once we knew this it meant that we could focus on medication and try and find out what works best for me.

Need my family to understand

This leads us up to now, I am on steady medication 3 times a day every day which has significantly helped and my anxiety has got a lot better since my symptoms have reduced significantly but I still find that no one believes me. My illness is my weak point and even though I'm surrounded by friends who I've opened up to and who understand, my family don't. My Mum regularly tells me It's all in my head and I don't have anything wrong with me because all the tests came back clear. Sometimes she cooks food that contains food I know I can't have and this means that I can't eat dinner so she tells me I'm just being picky and refusing to eat food but she doesn't understand and her constantly telling me that I'm not ill and I make it all up is really detrimental to me and makes me start doubting myself. I already have trouble not knowing what I can and can't eat and this is made significantly worse when I have to eat food I can't have because my parents refuse to adapt the food because I'm apparently making it all up and it isn't worth it.

I have a big family and I understand that they can't just make a separate meal for me but if they would adapt that would make my life better and I would be able to control my IBS a lot easier. I don't know what to do because I really do need my parents to believe me but I'm starting to doubt myself again and It's making me constantly upset because in a sense I am stuck. If anyone could provide any advice or help it would be greatly appreciated (also relating to diet and things that can help if you avoid etc).

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