Hi all.. I've been suffering from FBO for at least the past 3 years. This is my story.. it's pretty long, so I thank you for reading through and offering advice.I first noticed a bad odor around me when I went on a long train ride. The inside of the car smelled terrible and I thought that it was just the way the train smelled. A couple of girls were covering their noses so I knew that I wasn't imagining the smell. I even had an attendant on a connecting train ask me if I was alright. I thought it was a strange question, but told him I was okay. I had a friend pick me up at the train station and ask me if I needed to use the restroom. In fact, this night was the last time I saw him. I guess I smelled too bad to be his friend anymore. On the train ride back home, I got off at one of the stops to use a vending machine and people were whispering "that's him right there". I got home and related the story to my parents but they thought I was crazy, noting that they'd never smelled anything before.I finally got a job around this time at an office and could smell what could best be described as rotting garbage. I had begun stuffing toilet paper into my butt crack after using the restroom and noticed that I had leftover fecal material on the toilet paper when I checked later on. I found this strange, since I made sure to wipe (with dry paper) myself very thoroughly. One time a coworker brought her daughter by and she made a comment about the smell in the room. I even saw the reflection of a coworker in a door I was walking towards and he had this disgusted look on his face and was looking at my butt. I'd never noticed anything leaking down my leg, though I'd always checked to make sure.. inspecting the back of my pants for drips. I didn't have insurance at the time, but I went to a couple doctors and had them physically examine me. Neither of them noticed any odor and asked if I had merely been farting. I told them I would have noticed that. Blood work was done, came back negative for anything wrong. I couldn't take the stress of this job and moved on to a warehouse position with another company. I continued the practice of folding toilet paper and stuffing it in my crack. Again, there would be fecal material remaining. People at work would make farting sounds around me and it was at this point that I began to complain about an odor that apparently only I could smell. Everyone would act as if they didn't smell anything, though when I said I thought it was me, one guy said "maybe it is". One day I began to feel what felt like something running down my legs and a coworker caught me glancing down at the back of my pant legs and asked me if I was looking for wet spots. I asked her if I had any and she stammered and said no. I immediately went into the restroom, but there were no spots. Someone also used magnetic poetry to put the phrase "#### juice when you smell" on the fridge. I eventually picked up health insurance while working here, paying for it out of my own pocket and began to make more frequent visits to the doctor. Still, no one could confirm anything wrong with me. I had both an endoscopy and colonoscopy done and the only thing that was confirmed was that I had diverticulosis. The doctor did note that it was strange because I was in my late 20's and the pockets were mainly on the right side, or ascending colon. After the colonoscopy was done, I was laid off from my work. I think they had enough of me smelling up the place.. they claimed it was due to a downturn in business, but I noticed they put an ad in the paper shortly after that and a new person was hired when I went back to pick up some personal belongings.During my unemployment I continued to make visits to different doctors, trying desperately to find someone who would listen to me. I knew I smelled bad but no one would believe me. I even had a doctor prescribe thorazine for me, which I did NOT take. Everyone was trying to tell me it was all in my head. I eventually discovered the joys of preparation h wipes (and later on, cottonelle wipes), which were absolutely necessary for me to keep myself clean. I would dry wipe and then when nothing was left, continue with the wet wipes which picked up an amazing amount of material. A couple of doctors noted that I had small hemmorrhoids but nothing that would be causing me the problems I had presented them with -- problems that they insisted I was not having.I eventually found another warehouse job and continued going to other doctors. At this new job, I started noticing that I would sweat more than before, so much in fact that I would have a large amount of wetness on my underwear. I didn't put much stock in it, confident that the wet wipes had solved my problems. I would still hear comments from people about me, however, stating that I smelled weird. I would go to the bathroom and check, first using dry toilet paper and then a wet wipe.. nothing would be there! However, I would have a large amount of wetness on my underwear. I began wearing two pairs, just in case I had a really humid day. I started to notice stains on my dark-colored underwear other than sweat... the weird thing was, they were white! When I wore white underwear, nothing would show up. I was eventually able to find a doctor who agreed to perform a stapled hemmorhoidectomy on me due to the fact that I had a bulge that would come out when defecating. The pain was excruciating while recovering, but I thought it would be so worth it if it would fix my problems. It didn't. While it eliminated the bulge, I would still hear comments from people about my supposed lack of hygiene. I started to get very depressed, hearing comments like "you missed a spot", "why doesn't he just go to the bathroom?" and such. I've noticed that in addition to wiping the area around my anus, I also have to wipe at the top of my crack. I'm very thorough and make sure to get every last bit, even pushing the wipe inside my anus to make sure that I've gotten it all. To this day, I still get those weird sweat marks and white stains on dark underwear, which actually start ABOVE my butt crack. I had another episode today.. I had a bowel movement, went through the cleaning ritual and then showered.. I went to run some errands and heard some comments again. When I got home, I checked my underwear and sure enough, there was that light, chalky white mark running down my underwear. I've tried increasing my fiber, eliminating fast food and caffeine... I don't know what else to do! I have given up on going to the doctor, resigning myself to the fact that I'm destined to smell bad and have no social life.I should also note that this problem seems to be more prevalent when I'm around people. When I'm alone I don't get nearly the amount of marks on my underwear.