Hello everyone,
My wonderful boyfriend was diagnosed with Crohn's disease six years ago and after exhausting all options, he is now facing the very real prospect of having an end ileostomy.
Before the disease took hold of him, he was very active. He is a very talented roller hockey player, wakeboarder, and rock climber, but while he has been so poorly in recent years, he's been unable to do any of this stuff.
So while he's not really doing it in his current state, I think he is even more concerned that living with a stoma will wipe out his chances of ever playing hockey again, of ever wakeboarding again, etc.
What I'm asking is if there is anyone out there, regardless of the reason for having a stoma, who can maybe let my boyfriend know that life goes on with a stoma? I see and read so many positive stories from you guys on here and from elsewhere on the web, and it's great to see.
By the same token, if there is anyone out there who is about our age (25ish) and wouldn't mind talking to my boyfriend, just as someone who understands his concerns, I would be eternally grateful. I just want to help him in whatever way I can, because I hate seeing him so sad
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I'm also very happy to meet other partners of Crohn's disease/UC/IBD patients to share experiences with.
Thanks for reading! I hope to hear from you soon.
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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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