So it began around January of 2016. I began having severe diarrhoea and pretty much the other symptoms of IBS. My family became aware and I ended up going to doctors before being referred to a clinic where I had to have a barium drink, but it didn't show anything on the X-ray. I know this is stupid, but what I hated most was when the doctor had to stick a camera up my ass. It was the most uncomfortable thing I've gone through.
Since that day, even though I've still had bad diarrhoea, I've chosen to ignore it. I know it's not at all the right thing to do, but I began to hide my symptoms from my family because I was too scared to go any further in recovery. At first it seemed like wheat-based cereals were the main trigger, but nowadays I try to keep a food diary and it seems like there's next to nothing that I can get away with eating or drinking before my bowel flares up and I have to go to the toilet again.
In September of 2016 I left home to begin my first year at university. I'm still here and have done nothing to get the problem sorted. It's easy to hide it from my family now, even though I know that's not the just thing to do. But I will have to go back for the summer holidays and then I'm living with four friends from uni next year.
In short, it's a nightmare. I was able to live a good life for about 18 years and then seemingly out of nowhere this came along. I know it wasn't the morally correct thing to choose to cover it up, but the fact of the matter is I am too fearful of what I will have to go through to get it sorted out. I don't know what help or responses I expect on here, but any words of advice would be massively appreciated because I have had enough of this torture.