Posted: 22 Jun 2013 11:37 AM PDT
I talk to many people throughout my life that suffer with an IBD, either through Twitter (@MrAwesomeBen), my blog or my local Crohn’s and Colitis UK (Leicestershire & Rutland) charity. These people have become a cruck for me to rely on. They know, pretty much, what I am going through. These people, some of whom are complete strangers, people who I would not recognise if I passed them in the street, are there for me and vice-versa.
I bang on about not suffering alone, especially in this modern era of the internet where a new friendship with someone is only a click away. You can hide any embarrassment or anxiety behind the computer screen.
I class myself to be extremely lucky in this world. I found love. I found a woman to share my world with, who accepts me for what and who I am.
Granted neither of us knew at the beginning the trouble I would put us through with my diagnosis but I doubt that would have changed a thing. I struggle to remember a time where she wasn’t a part of my life.
Now I don’t want this blog to sound like one massive brag. [...] continue the story