Charlie aka my forever friend. I can’t really complain about my health in my younger life. It wasn’t until I was 16/17 that I started having a few issues shall we say.
After constant toilet trips and visits to my GP surgery and the hospital, numerous blood/ stool samples I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. I’d never heard of the disease and at the time it was a bit like a whirl wind over me as I didn’t have a clue what was going on, or the huge impact it would end up having on my life.
After the diagnosis things seemed to go slowly downhill. I was started on a course of steroids and I had the famous moon face for numerous months. Looking back, my chubby cheeks were the least of my worries, but at that time I had recently turned 18 and body image was a big thing.
I wasn’t very open about my illness at first because at that age the stigma attached to poo and bowel functions was no comparison to how open everyone is now about those topics. I turned to my family and closest friends and I couldn’t have asked for a better support system.
I remember on April 10th 2012 we were supposed to be going out for my best friend’s 19th to town, but I couldn’t go and I was absolutely gutted but I was in no fit state to be having jager bombs as I couldn’t even keep water down. When I wasn’t sicking it up I was on the toilet and this had been on going on for a good 2 weeks. I’d lost a lot of weight and knew something wasn’t right.