I do this alone.

I do all of *this* alone.

IBD, it’s very isolating.

Let’s face facts: it focuses on your digestive system, about what it produces. You endure tests and investigations for answers for everything – from your diagnosis, all the way through to getting treatment and management plans sorted – alone. You don’t have anyone to hold your hand.

Well, at least I don’t.

I have done all of my IBD investigations on my own, bar a handful of times when someone was with me. 95% of my time, I go alone, not through desire but choice.

My disease, it is mine.

But goodness, its lonely.


I spent February 15th 2018 having two endoscopy procedures done. I was alone. I arrived alone. Despite how awful it was, how scared and anxious I was; I got through it alone. I was alone. It was only spending the night at a friend’s house, was I not alone. And as much as I can explain and talk about my time at the hospital, I will be alone. I spent the following afternoon, having my medication. I was alone there. I couldn’t fathom how I would ever ask or want anyone to come with me. Did I need the support? Did I need the chatter? Would it be too much for some? Who would want to sit with me for hours? 


I suppose how I reacted to having bowel disease, all the time ago in 2011; is some of the reason why I tend to go alone. I don’t mean to isolate myself but talking about poop and your bowel habits and movements; its always going to be … awkward? Embarrassing? Not the norm? Undignified?

Nothing about having IBD is glamorous or sexy.


I do my disease, my health; alone.


Doing it alone means I’ve had to be strong and stand up for myself every single time.

I’ve had to ask for what I need when I need it because it is down to me. It is all down to me. I want to take control because my disease leaves me feeling out of control. I have no say over when or where my disease will flare up, even with my medication. I have little control over when my stoma will misbehave and I definitely have little to no control over when my pain will strike me. All I can do is manage it the best I can. I can go to my appointments and get the best of out of them. The advocate I have become is because I want to do this alone.

Don’t miss understand, I now choose to go alone because it’s – for the most part – easier.

I do my disease, my health; alone.

But asking for help, that’s a difficult conversation to have. It’s a subject I don’t like to breach because… of what? What am I afraid of? Needing someone to see me at my worse, most vulnerable, in my every day reality? 

Yes, yes I am afraid of that.

For anyone else, talking so candidly about my health, the things I go through and what my debunked body produces; can be confusing – what sort of person talks about poop so easily? About being in hospital so without fear? About not feeling well and healthy so confidently? But I do choose what words I use and just how much I say. But allowing someone else to be in the same room for a consult – where I am at my most honest with a person trained to help me and my condition get better – that is overwhelming for me. So going alone, it just helps me keep some of my own journey private – between me, my body and my doctors.


This becomes abit blurry when I speak out about my health, and when I choose to continue my online advocacy and blogging. I am sharing details of my life on here. I share my highs and lows, I contemplate my condition and my abilities beyond my control. Part of me lives online, because I love the community that I am part of and can contribute towards. But I do find my IBD to sometimes be a double edge sword.


I do my disease, my health; alone.


Alone can be good. Alone can be comforting. But alone can also be a circle that is hard to break.



How do you cope with feeling isolated with IBD?

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