I am 20 years old, currently in my first year of college, first year away from home, first year of law school. My problems with IBS started about 2 years ago. I started getting D a lot of the time. After countless bloodtests, doctors appointments, disgusting poop-sampling tests, diets, good days but mostly bad days, my doctors still don't know what is going on, but as we get closer to the end of all the tests, they're pretty sure it's IBS. I have my next appointment in a month. I am desperatly hoping for a miracle.
Living with IBS as a 20 year old college girl, on top of the stress of law school, has gotten so depressing. I want to be able to go to eat with friends in between classes, go out and drink, attend study groups... but as my IBS is getting worse, I can't do that anymore. But missing out on the whole ''college experience'' is not even what troubles me the most. I guess I have gotten used to not being able to enjoy life. The thing that does bother me though, a lot, is missing classes, not being able to concentrate in class because I'm in constant anxiety of having D, and not being able to study late because I'm so exhausted from the IBS episodes. Getting weird looks because it's the second time I've left the room since the beginning of the class, weird looks because I'm leaving class after 20 minutes, stressing out like crazy everytime I take Imodium, in fear someone will see notice... Having to explain to my friends why I left class, why I can't come tonight, why I won't go to the restaurant with them... I honestly feel like just giving everything up and going back home with my family and boyfriend.
Ah, the boyfriend. We've been together for 2 years and so he is well aware of my condition. Not exactly the sexiest thing, a girlfriend with IBS-D.... At first I tried to hide it from him. Last summer we went backpacking in Europe for a month.. Needless to say, he is now fully aware of alll the details. Having to stay in the hotel room for 2 days in Rome was not exactly the greatest time... Let's just say I have given up my dream to go backpacking in Asia with him at the end of my studies... If I can't handle Italian & French food, I can't even imagine eating in Thailand.... I am just so grateful that he loves me and supports me despite my IBS.
Sorry for the long post. It feels good to be able to vent to people who understand what you're going through... Is anyone experiencing similar things?

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