Hi guys I just really need some opinions on what is wrong with me as I'm so desperate to get back to my original life which seems amazing compared to what I'm going through. It started when I came back from Spain last October and threw up for the first time since I was like 2. I got better but when it came to going back to school I felt sick again and missed 2 weeks but forced myself eventually to sit through the nausea at school. I feel sick all the time and sometimes feel really hot and get bad abdominal pain. I'm 15 years old and hate going out now as I don't want to go out and feel sick or be sick as it is embarrassing for me to tell someone I feel sick so I just hide it and try to pretend I'm fine which does not help. My life seems pretty pointless right now as I no longer look forward to things and have a small appetite. I really want to start horse riding but this is stopping me and I feel as though I am missing out on life. I've had an endoscopy, barium meal, blood test and heart test and all were fine. Ive taken omeprazole lanzoprazole and domperidone with no luck :( anyone have any idea what is wrong or any solutions? Thank you
Hello,
I had irritable bowel syndrome (then called a spastic colon) starting in the 2nd grade and continuing into high school, though it got better and finally disappeared. From about 7th through 8th grade I was chronically nauseated and used to try to arrange to sit in a desk near the door to the classrooms so I could bolt for the bathroom if needed. In the middle of the night I sometimes would awaken with nausea and go into the bathroom where I would sit on the edge of the bathtub for half an hour expecting to throw up at any moment. That was no way to live.
I took a lot of tums (which were useless, because it wasn't stomach acidity or reflux), but ate okay and in fact almost never actually did throw up. I used to joke I would have an ulcer by the time I was 15.
Only many years later, as an outgrowth of talking to a therapist for help in divorcing my wife, did I come to understand that all these symptoms were an outgrowth of stress in my childhood and emotional abuse, in my case from my parents. (In fact in the 2nd grade they once coerced me under threat of being spanked, into 'admitting' that my having become ill at school and coming home to stay in bed for two days was all a lie and that I was 'faking it' even though that was not true.)
I suggest that since the physical causes have been ruled out, you might consider the possibility that something or someone in your life has created overwhelming stress or anxiety for you, and perhaps talk to someone about exploring that possibility. I hate that you seem to be living out the nightmare that I once did.
I had irritable bowel syndrome (then called a spastic colon) starting in the 2nd grade and continuing into high school, though it got better and finally disappeared. From about 7th through 8th grade I was chronically nauseated and used to try to arrange to sit in a desk near the door to the classrooms so I could bolt for the bathroom if needed. In the middle of the night I sometimes would awaken with nausea and go into the bathroom where I would sit on the edge of the bathtub for half an hour expecting to throw up at any moment. That was no way to live.
I took a lot of tums (which were useless, because it wasn't stomach acidity or reflux), but ate okay and in fact almost never actually did throw up. I used to joke I would have an ulcer by the time I was 15.
Only many years later, as an outgrowth of talking to a therapist for help in divorcing my wife, did I come to understand that all these symptoms were an outgrowth of stress in my childhood and emotional abuse, in my case from my parents. (In fact in the 2nd grade they once coerced me under threat of being spanked, into 'admitting' that my having become ill at school and coming home to stay in bed for two days was all a lie and that I was 'faking it' even though that was not true.)
I suggest that since the physical causes have been ruled out, you might consider the possibility that something or someone in your life has created overwhelming stress or anxiety for you, and perhaps talk to someone about exploring that possibility. I hate that you seem to be living out the nightmare that I once did.