Between the age of 15 and 17 was a tough time for me, I was in and out of hospital with various stomach pains, headaches, and bowel problems. This was a nightmare for me as you can imagine. I wanted to go out with my mates but was constantly in bed ill, one time the headaches were so bad I tried pulling my hair out with very little success but more major pain.

I finally pulled myself together to go to the doctors as it was taking over my life. He sent me for a full body scan (MRI) this was a scary situation, I actually felt as if I was being buried alive!!!!!

Two weeks went by and it was time to go collect my results !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sitting in that doctors waiting room was the longest wait ever (you can imagine all sorts was going through my head). I took my Nan with me for some moral support (she is deaf ----- BIG MISTAKE!).

The doctor then called me in and told me I had gone through the menopause, WOW!! THIS WAS THE END OF MY LIFE. My Nan couldn’t understand why I was crying because she didn’t bloody hear him. By the time I left the surgery everyone knew what I had just been told because the doctor had to shout it at her. GRRR!!

I suddenly went into shock, didn’t know what had happened, didn’t know where to run. I was living with someone at the time so I thought, 'Hey I’ll go home he will comfort me in my hour of need.’
YEAH RIGHT!!!!!

He told me if I couldn’t have kids I could walk away because I was no good to him!!!!
‘Hey’ I thought ‘I will go see my mom.’ HAHAHA another big mistake, she hated me for not being able to give her grandchildren.

So I’m all alone in my own little world with my own BIG problem.
At this time I didn’t see how I was gonna cope and I didn’t for a very long time. I tried to kill myself twice (silly I know) it just felt has if my world had ended. My body was a mess and the people I loved the most abandoned me……. Then I thought, ‘Hey snap out of it,’ so I continued with my life doing stuff I normally do and I pushed the menopause to the back of my head and tried to forget all about it.

At the age of twenty things got from bad to worse. Back came the same stomach problems, headaches, etc, etc. I still pulled myself through it and didn’t go to the doctors and I got better.

At the age of 21 I met my hubby. SHIT!! I had to tell him my life story. I put it off and off until the day came I really couldn’t hide it anymore, so I told him. He held me tight and told me everything was gonna be OK. From that day on I knew somebody loved me and I can get through this

I’m now 25, and I’m constantly ill with my bowels, depression, and I also lose tons of blood on a daily basis. I still haven’t forgiven my mom but we do keep in contact… I got married in 2003 and I have two lovely stepchildren… I’m a long way off being happy but I will get there one day and when I do I will shout it from the roof tops.

If any of you are going through the same, don’t go down the same road as me if you can help it. It’s a long, nasty, scary, road to take. Just think to yourselves, this has happened for a reason and now there is so much they can do for you, so don’t be me and make sure you go to the doctors, I do now everytime.

Also, if it’s offered, take the counselling. I find its helping me now, I wish I’d had it years ago though.

Good luck in your lives and take care,
Louise xxxx