Thank goodness for this post. My ileo is temp due to an emergency surgery. Bowel blockage, ruptured appendix, and septicemia from lesions, etc. I was on a respirator after surgery for a few days. All this over what I had thought was a tummy virus. Even a 50-mile transport from one hospital to get stabilized.
In saying this, my other half was there with me through the first sign of an upset tummy to me being told I was very, very sick. The ambulance driver outdrove his lead foot on the interstate.
Our intimate moments now? Open wound care and bag changing. Yep, a once shapely girl turned to way too skinny (bony-looking) to yuck. But... He says, "You're alive!" That's what we say. I'm only 2 months and exactly 1 day out now from my new me. Not long, so I'm still healing. It will come at some point. I'm not afraid nor will I be afraid of the new body. I was more shy before this. If anything, he's seeing me bare-skinned, lights on and all more! Lol.
Don't be ashamed of your body. I've been small to large to now too skinny. Be yourself. The inside is your beauty. Self-confidence is what drives the mind. Then the body will just be an afterthought. I'm 44, and I am proud to say I'm alive. Bag or no bag. With or without a relationship. Friends or just me. Rock your self-confidence, and you'll get the support. If not, then ask yourself if the bag truly is the reason. I'm sure maybe if you sit down and just tell him you won't break in half, you might get the conversation going.
For now, I'm just recovering. I can't and won't do anything since I'm still open, and I'm still having pains (stoma site and irritation). But later, I have no shame. I didn't change, and he literally wants hands-on in the wound dressing and bag changing area (I do take off the adhesive myself though, that mess hurts my tender skin). So if he can touch it, he can handle the fact I'm not perfect. He just says I got this. Lol. Heck, I guess that's his way of intimacy or ours.
Believe me, a good talk and a few questions will open doors. You're too beautiful to feel this way. My operation might have saved us. Seriously!
My depression is the dang bags and healing sore at my stoma. Huge depressive state is not riding my motorcycle! I think everyone has a downside. I managed to get out just last week for the first time, one hurdle over.
You got this. Use your mind and forget the mirror. Society has everyone thinking we must look perfect. Perfection comes from within.
Hope you are having a great day! Stay blessed!
Jen