I'm 21.... Everything started my sophomore year. It was terrible . All I remember was sitting on my chemistry class when all of a sudden this lowed weird fart noise came out of my stomach :( I can still remember all my classmates making fun of me . I struggle through out high school, tried many forms of eating but it would help . On my senior year I finally talk to my teachers and they were ok with me leaving their classrooms to take my test in the schools office in a little room by myself. I felt so stupid having to ask my teacher for my test to leave the classroom everything . Also all I had for breakfast 2 make it through the the day was salty crackers and either a granola bar or chocholate chip cookie during lunch .... Everyday ! If different I would suffer even more through lessons . Now I'm 21 I finished a cosmology course that was still hard to take but at hour and a half a day was easier than 5 hours a day in a regular college. I didn't really want to go to school for that but my parents kept pressuring me to do something with my life . I swear my life is almost perfect my parents spoil me since I was little they own a restaurants . Some people envy me driving a Range Rover , Lexus or my amazing Louis Vuitton purses. The thing they don't know is that I envy them for being normal and having the ability to go to college like any normal person would without having to worry about your stomach noices. I'm currently studying to get my cosmology license even tho I'm not happy with it , I can take it as a last option if I ever wanna open up my salon. But I don't like the career. My parents never understood my condition I remember telling them in high school and all they would tell me was not to worry about what other people said or their laughter
I've been having this since 5 th grade and when I try to remember what triggered it I get mad at myself because it's so stupid as to why it started. In that grade I had a huge crush on a guy and we sat next to eachother, one day I guess he made me so nervous to be around him that all of a sudden I felt bubbles in my stomach and those bubbles felt like they burst inside my stomach and made it sound like fart noises. I think he started noticing I looked like I was panicking so that made my anxiety much worse. It's so stupid what caused it but that's the truth. Ever since then I hate quiet classrooms and exams. It really effected my school experience overall. I didn't join many events I didn't dare to take AP or honors classes. I didn't reach for more cause it made me have anxiety. Now I'm in college and it's been very hard. I had to drop a class cause it was too quiet and as of right now I think I have to drop another one because I embarrassed myself in front of a couple of students in class. My bubbles bursted inside and made it sound like I was farting. They were really loud to the point I walked out of class and as I kept walking the noises were in my stomach so I think everyone I passed by heard it. I cried in the restroom cause this really hit my rock bottom. I didn't go back to class my bf had to grab my backpack. He knows I have anxiety but he didn't know how bad it really is. I've took gas x and anxiety pills right off the counter but they did no use. I don't have health insurance so I can't afford going to the doctor. I got accepted to a university and I don't want to drop this class cause I'm afraid it'll affect me from finally going into this university. I feel helpless
Then in March of last year things started looking up, I started using charcoal tablets and had a low fodmap bar in the mornings. But most significantly of all I started undergoing my own little exposure therapy, because although it's not as obvious as a fear of spiders or a fear of tight spaces, what myself and a lot of people describe on here is basically a phobia - an irrational fear of quiet rooms. At its worst I couldn't last 10 minutes in a large lecture theatre even if no one was around me, so I started with things that I could manage, obsessively noting down how long I was in there for. I sat in the library first, seeing as I could leave whenever I wanted, then I gradually increased how long I was in there for. Then I eventually started going to lectures and sitting at the back where people wouldn't notice me. Afterwards I started attending shorter small group teaching sessions, then longer ones. Eventually I managed to attend an entire 6 hour long day of back to back teaching sessions with some breaks in between. By the beginning of January I thought I was completely rid of this problem, I could attend any event in a quiet room I wanted to, even if I had to do my own little ritual beforehand with the charcoal tablets and fodmap bars. I had stopped writing down in my little diary after hitting 122 hours.
But then I became a bit too complacent, my stomach kept growling during one lecture and I had to leave in front of everyone. Although I'm not back to square one I have taken quite a hit since then. But I think it's times like these when you need to accept what these problems are (for most of us anyway), they are psychological. The fear of your stomach growling perpetuates the sounds themselves. You become much more sensitive to it, any sound which you would have ignored before becomes very noticeable to you now, you start worrying about it, become panicked, this makes the sounds worse, which just continues this cycle. Even when you're relaxing at home it is still there at the back of your mind. It's funny but between March of last year and this January, I was actually noticing other people's stomach sounds far more than my own. I know now that the more I run away from the situations I am not comfortable with, the less control I will have over this problem, so hopefully the journey back to where I was a month ago won't be quite as difficult.