The toilet, or the rest room, a confined space that I learned to appreciate and literally escape to, thanks to MS. Thorough the years dealing with MS, I had the possibility to experience and maybe enjoy several aspects to this commodity usage and duration. That’s how the toilet became my sanctuary to deal with my bowel issues and other MS related problems. “Hold it, hold it”, I used to tell myself… “Hold it, hold it”, I used to tell myself and diligently ask from my body, to keep my bowel under control for a couple of seconds, while on my way to toilet, fearing a public leakage scene, especially at work. As my body kept playing games with me, I now have to wait for my bowel to decide to open its valves, or maybe not yet, 15 minutes already and it just feels it’s so close yet so far to be delivered. A time for meditation and self reflection you might say. It is not! The toilet became my special cry room, where I could silently scream about my distress and pain. I feel confined
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