I'm suffering from really bad IBS-D at the minute. So much so that i darent go out. I've had to ask a friend to do the 10 minute school run for the past two days because I'm frightened of going. Long car journeys or going anywhere without a loo are out of the question.
I think a lot of this is also in my head. I give too much power to it and sometimes worrying makes my symptoms worse. I'm trying to rationalise the worst possible outcome and put it into context so I can actually start living again and not be ruled by my bowels!
So with that in mind, aibu to ask you to tell me your stories of getting caught short and what happened/how you managed it....