IC Disease

I can’t honestly remember a time in my life when I didn’t have to go to the bathroom much more than everyone else I knew. As a teenager, it was actually a running joke with a close friend of mine that I owed her family cases of toilet paper. I lived about five minutes away (walking distance) from a girl I became good friends with in high school. I would always go to the bathroom before I left my house but by the time I got to her house, would knock on the door, and someone would let me in, I would make a mad dash for their restroom.

My way of dealing with things has always been (and still is) to make jokes and make light of situations when something was wrong. I knew something was wrong with me, I had repeated doctor’s visits for urinary tract infections and bladder infections, but no one ever diagnosed IC Disease. The doctor repeatedly blamed the infections on me saying that I wasn’t wiping properly. I knew how to wipe properly but after a while I just gave up arguing with him about it.

I know now that regardless of what any doctor says, and regardless of what they find in their “tests”, if my instinct tells me something is wrong I am right. For many years I knew my insides weren’t working normally but no one would believe me. I trust ME from now on and you should too.