piles of it
Picture this: a teenager who had body issues. Body issues so bad that he overdid the weight-building majorly. So bad that he completely misunderstood the low weights, high reps mantra of muscle building. It was me...

Being young and naive I overdid it, and after a year or two of getting no results (ectomorphic body structure), I began to feel slightly... stretched in the 'anular' regions.

It didn't help that at that particular point in time I got food poisoning. Liquid acid pouring out your severely hampered rectum from bad pea soup is one of the most soul and ass destroying things to ever happen to a guy.

It went on for what seemed like aeons, possibly due to the fact that I ended up having what seemed like gastroenteritis (it probably was).

The only thing was, this anal hell was only just beginning. For three to four years it continued. Being stoic and uncomfortable with discussing my bowels... OK let's say I was extremely embarrassed, I didn't tell *anybody* what I was going through.

I have no idea how bad the piles were, but they were wretched and caused normal crap to become pencil thin
crap. Painfully. Drawn out. Took 20 excruciating minutes every time.

This wasn't the end, oh no. I became completely withdrawn, refusing to get close to girls because I felt dirty from the piles, and because it was so bad it bled and I had leakage... and because it hurt to stand up or sit down. I was constantly moving around and trying to pretend I was fine...

A few years down the track I had gastro again and this time it was just as bad, though it didn't last very long. I went out to the paddock next door, and just bawled my eyes out. I normally held my tears back but my tabasco drainpipe was too much for me. I didn't want to be inside on the toilet when this happened otherwise people I knew would start asking questions...

This happened so long ago now it feels like a dream. A terrible, waking nightmare that went on and on. I felt as if God was punishing me for all my teenage/human vices (y'know, touching yourself, etc. etc.). It was so bad I desperately tried to control my bowel movements so they wouldn't happen. Terrible, and completely wrong (it just makes it worse), but I didn't know, again out of embarrassment - I thought it might get better, kept hoping that the longer I went without a bowel movement the more my piles had a chance to clear out. But I was oh so very wrong.

I know now that it was probably due to a combination of not drinking enough water, reverse situps, and crunches. Something I have since rectified, and ever since then I've been completely fine.

I can remember the exact moment it didn't feel like the fires of hell were reaching into me from the toilet... when the hounds of satan weren't grabbing hold with all their might (I can go on but you get the point). I remember letting out the most satisfied groan and was instantly transported into the blissful no-pain life of the spoilt haemorrhoid-free human.


No sugar coating this one. I have *NEVER* told anyone about this particular stage of my life (or rather, what was going on behind the scenes, so to speak). It is incredibly personal to me, so yeah, feel privileged. Or disgusted. I don't care :P

Oh, and I no longer have body issues, despite having thinning/receding hair. I just no longer give a crap (pardon the pun).

No apologies for length, though I do apologize for the quality of my story-telling. It's obviously still an emotional subject for me, I guess :(
(satellite blows, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 5:51, 2 replies)

I'll share mine.....
I used to get panic attacks which gave me a nervous stomach. This meant I had to go to the loo all the time in case I had to poo. So it got to the stage where I had to plan to be near a toilet in case I got a panic attack and had to use the loo. I was going to the loo all the time because of my panic attacks and panicking that I couldn't get to a loo in case I needed it. I was travelling to work and stopping off 2 or 3 times each morning to use the loo. Mind boggling now but at the time it was awful. I had to plan my life around the toilet. I got piles and never went anywhere.

I have never told anyone this either.

*big hug*
( girlinthehole, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 10:53, closed)

awww
thanks! I feel a bit better. I was really tempted to come back and delete this story until I read your reply :)

*hugs*
(satellite blows, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 11:28, closed)