I find it really hard to talk to DH about my IBS, and he's not a very "open" person who would be inclined to ask questions or even be particularly sympathetic, so I tried to avoid the subject of my IBS. I told him when my doctor diagnosed me with it, and made a vague comment here and there about medications, but that was it. I think the lenghty time spent in the bathroom speaks volumes and I didn't feel the need to elaborate. So the other day, I said something to him about it, and he said that I had never really told him about it.
Could have knocked me over with a feather! So now it almost feels like I *can* talk to him about it - not that I want to usually, but it's nice to know that he's not as squeamish as I would have imagined. I'm just so afraid of being labeled a "hypochondriac", especially by my DH, who almost never gets sick and when he does, he still goes to work.I feel like I've turned a corner with this thing. At least now I feel like DH is with me and we can fight this together. Just thought I'd share.Mary
