Hi there, I need some advice please... I've been going to my local nightclub for 5 years. A guy who's also gone there all that time (and longer apparently) is suddenly showing an interest in me. He's very shy, quiet, and hardly talks to anyone but his close mate. They're both bachelors. It was my new 'hairdo' (my wig since hair loss due to low dose chemo for my Crohn's) that did it. They were lightheartedly arguing whether it was me or not! I started chatting to the quiet guy. I've only ever said hello and a few pleasantries before. We shocked his mate as we chatted for ages. I saw him again last week, and as he never dances, I went off to do my usual dancing on my own, as I always go alone. A short while later, I was shocked when he joined me. He knows I've been seriously ill with my bowel, but does not know I have to wear a wig or that I have an ostomy. While we danced closely, I positioned myself so he wouldn't feel anything either. I had my arm in the way of my side with the bag! We danced for quite a while, then suddenly without warning, he leaned forward and snogged me so gently and passionately I was stunned! I have to say my insides turned to jelly and I responded. But now I'm scared, as next time he may want to dance again, and I know at some stage if things progress, I'll have to tell him the truth. But I'm scared of rejection. I always was, even before the bag. I accept it as much as I ever will, but I don't know how to broach the subject, and certainly couldn't on a noisy dancefloor! What to say though? Any advice would be useful please x
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About seven years ago, just about every aspect of my life was ostomy related. From the moment I was told an ostomy might be needed until some months down the road I existed as a person afflicted with a colostomy. I feared someone other than my immediate family might find out I had a bag. Ugh! What could be worse? Suppose it filled real fast when I was out with no place to hide and take care of myself. God forbid should it leak in church! Suppose I roll over on it in bed. I was a lesser creature, destined to a life of emotional anguish and physical routines different from most of the rest of the world. I felt like a freak. Then I found folks like you guys here, read your stuff, really “listened” to what you had to say and I began looking at things differently. We know perception is everything and I began to understand how good things were relative to what they could’ve been. So many folks had it so much worse than I did. That didn’t make my discomfort go away but it exposed how fortunate I was to be dealing with my stuff and not their’s. I felt a little guilt, maybe selfishness but quickly forgave myself by understanding I just wasn’t smart enough to fix my feelings. Then, I wonder what smarts have to do with feelings. My perception was warped so my perspective toward my existence was warped.
I learned over the last few years with the help of lots of folks right here at MAO that I could be better at living just by accepting some facts. It is what it is and so what? It’s not the worst thing to happen to a person.
I think everything is, in some way, related to everything else. I just put the ostomy thing in the back seat and drive forward.
Respectfully,
Mike
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