It’s raining in Los Angeles. That never happens.
I was driving back to my place tonight, talking about how it’s the 2nd day of Crohn’s and Colitis Awareness Week. I knew I wanted to participate and share a little bit more with the online world about who I am and how this has messed with me for the majority of my life.
6 years ago, I was embarrassed to even say out loud what was wrong with me. When you google Crohn’s, the first thing that is explained is that it “may affect any part of the gastrointestinal tract from mouth to anus.” So seductive.
Trust me when I say, it’s not a sexy thing to explain on a first date. Nor is it fun to have the chat with an employer, or a new friend, or even your own parents. You get the idea.
Things are different now. I still don’t know when or how or why, but these days, I feel I need to put a voice to the disease. I know to some it’s borderline obnoxious, how for years I barely spoke about it and now I won’t shut up.
But thats the point: I won’t shut up. I refuse to. I was so quiet before, not realizing about the hundreds of thousand of other people in the world who suffer as I do, if not worse. I understand now that it was disrespectful to do so.
It’s the 2nd day of Crohn’s and Colitis Awareness Week. I know I want to participate and share a little bit more with the online world about who I am and how this has messed with me for the majority of my life.
So sorry if you don’t want to hear it, but you’re damn going to.