By: Carina Diaz
This year was my ten year anniversary of being diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, and I’ve often thought back to that time period in my life – and how much I’ve been through since then. I was 18 and a senior in high school freaking out about entering college with a disease I’ve never heard of. I used to think that doctors could fix anything. I saw health as linear. You go to a doctor when you feel bad, they give you medication, and then you go home. Simple as that … except not really.
The process of getting my diagnosis was actually pretty linear compared to other stories I’ve heard. I was needing to go the bathroom a lot more frequently and would be late to class from time to time after lunch period. My mom also noticed a pattern at home, so we went to my primary care doctor. She gave me a referral to see a gastroenterologist and from there I had my first colonoscopy experience. The only thing that made it not so bad was going to my favorite restaurant after, which has since become a tradition.
I don’t remember the exact words that the gastroenterologist told me when he discussed the results, but I do remember how I felt in that moment. Very lost, extremely confused, and unsure of what having Crohn’s disease would mean for me. I immediately felt like an “other.” Different from my friends. I’ve never heard of this illness, I didn’t even know chronic illnesses existed, and I didn’t know anyone else who had a similar story. I felt alone.
Through these past ten years, so much has changed. I have changed and learned a lot. There has been so much information on IBD that my doctors didn’t tell me about that I had to learn on my own or from the internet. I have gained a lot more knowledge and understanding by hearing other people’s stories. Looking back, it makes me want to give 18 year old me a hug for all the suffering that could’ve been avoided.
Having a chronic illness pushes you in so many ways. I didn’t know not all doctors have your best interest in mind. I had to learn not only how to listen to my body, but how to advocate for myself – and that is a process that will never end. I’ve learned to identify my boundaries, prioritize who I allow into my life, how to cope with stress, and that no matter how much I try to take care of myself, I still might not feel well. And that isn’t my fault.
People who are chronically ill often get praised for being strong – and I wish able-bodied people would understand that we don’t have much of a choice. There are things I constantly need to do and be aware of to minimize the chances of a flare. But sometimes even my best efforts won’t prevent that. Crohn’s takes up a big space in my brain and there is not a day that passes that I’m not thinking about my symptoms.