For the last two and a half years my life has been ruled and ruined by severe IBD (crohns’ disease and possible UC) and all the awful hours in and out of the bathroom that brings. On bad days I can spend five, six, seven hours or more a day on the toilet, squeezing out piles of painful diarrhoea and trying to work all the trapped, swirling gasses out of my rancid digestive system. Those hours are hard to record and even harder to share but today I recorded parts of my early-morning unloading session so you can share in what I go through every day! I don’t try to hide my discomfort as I rub ...

For the last two and a half years my life has been ruled and ruined by severe IBD (crohns’ disease and possible UC) and all the awful hours in and out of the bathroom that brings. On bad days I can spend five, six, seven hours or more a day on the toilet, squeezing out piles of painful diarrhoea and trying to work all the trapped, swirling gasses out of my rancid digestive system. Those hours are hard to record and even harder to share but today I recorded parts of my early-morning unloading session so you can share in what I go through every day! I don’t try to hide my discomfort as I rub and knead my painful tummy, letting loose with chocolate mush, breathing hard and grunting as I continue to unload, but it’s the trapped gas that’s really hurting me today so I have to keep going until I start to fart! I even burp instead with all the effort of straining, my tummy muscles ache so badly! Finally the gasses start moving and I push out some of the rancid wind from my bowels in a series of putrid farts that echo around the bowl and hurt my tender butthole. More belly rubbing follows with a few more pops of wind from my ass before I grow too tired to keep recording and finish off my morning of tummy pain in private. Perhaps one day I’ll get brave enough to share again?