I (21) had elective proctocolectomy and got my ileostomy 5 days ago because of my UC. I've had a lot of time to mentally prepare, and the benefits of living free of my UC by far outweigh the negatives of having an ostomy, so I, for myself, am pretty happy with the new situation so far. Pain is there but manageable, and I'm quite mobile already.
I am giving my best to be open about my condition, talk about it with my friends, and just generally not be ashamed of my stoma, and I think I am doing a pretty good job. But my mom is making it kind of hard at times! For her, my surgery was this huge, evil, and, most importantly, taboo thing that I did. She tried to talk me out of it and is thoroughly convinced that I will regret it. She doesn't shame me for my ostomy or anything actively "bad," but I'm just not comfortable with the way she treats me and talks about me to others now. She doesn't dare call the ostomy by its name; she always just calls it something like "that thing" or the "you know what I mean." I asked her to please not make a huge deal about it (in a "please don't spread misinformation about how I am doing and what that means" kind of sense), which she interpreted as "please don't talk to anyone about it because I am embarrassed," and consequently decided to talk to EVERYONE about it but in a weird "yeah, you know, she had...surgery...and she's totally embarrassed about it, so don't talk to her...at all...because she's a different person now and broken, I guess," and this makes me so uncomfortable. Or when I mention thing XY to her, she really likes to say skeptical things along the line of "yeah, if you will ever be able to do that..." (get pregnant, go swimming, travel, be intimate, all those things that I 100% will be able to do again with just some adjustments). She didn't even believe me when I told her I just took a shower like every other person does. What probably hurt me the most was when she told me that maybe my boyfriend will find me gross now and later how lucky I am because he decided to stay with me, like he's the good Samaritan for, God forbid, still liking me with THAT THING. It's like she thinks I am an alien now that needs to be treated with utmost care. It's like she's more embarrassed about my ostomy than I am, or that she thinks that it's something that I should be more embarrassed about.
I really hope that she'll just get used to it over time. I also really hope that I'll be able to visit my home city soon so I can talk to all those people myself and show them that I am, in fact, the person that I was before my surgery (if not a happier and more confident person than before) and that my ostomy isn't that evil thing that must not be named.


