Hi everyone, I'm back and very much have my life on track. Some of you will remember my very debated post about a year ago, regarding the verbal abuse I was receiving from my husband. Well, finally after almost 41 years of marriage I could not handle it any longer. I was continually being told that I should not have had my ileo and was better off before it. Who the hell was he to judge, he could not possibly understand what it was like for me before. I doubt he will never know what it is like to have an accident in public! So, here I am on my own and looking forward to never having to put up with any more crap!. I look forward to hearing from anyone else whose ostomy has placed extreme stress on their relationship. I put up with it for 6 years and I suppose it's like women who are physically abused, they stay and stay, because one day things might get better. Believe me a person is never going to change their personality. Look forward to hearing from you all again.
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Posted by: iMacG5
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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