I have been sick for as long as I can remember. I was that kid in school who puked all the time. I would have nightmares about drowning and would wake to find myself gagging on my own puke.
My grandma would tell stories of how skinny I was when I was born, accusing my unwed mother of trying to starve herself to hide her pregnancy. My mom always denied it. I was 23 inches but barely 5 pounds. I would break out in massive hives. My grandma, a nurse, would assume it was poison ivy, since we lived in the Ohio River valley. In pictures, I looked pasty and skinny.
I ate potting soil all the time. My grandma would have to hide it from me. I threw violent tantrums over nothing. I felt miserable and unhappy as a child, and living in a family of dysfunction only masked my symptoms. My stomach hurt all the time and my grandma would give me enemas because she was sure I was constipated. I hated it so much I quit complaining.
I was rejected from preschool because the teacher thought I was autistic. My grandma didn't know what was wrong with me, but she knew I wasn't autistic.
As I got older, I learned how to control my vomiting. I would will it to stop, which led to the other problems. It had to come out somewhere. Because of our family troubles, I never complained. I only wanted peace, which happened rarely. I wanted to play sports, but I was always too tired. I couldn't keep up with the other kids. I barely passed gym class. I always felt like my bones were breaking and my joints were frozen. I was a "late bloomer" and began passing out when I got my periods.
Despite all of these symptoms, I graduated from high school, got married, and had 2 kids. My pregnancies were horrible; I was terribly ill. My doctors (military hospital doctors) joked that my babies were healthier than I was.
The first doctor to suspect something was wrong was actually an Air Force psychiatrist. I had been "diagnosed” with postpartum depression, but the psychiatrist wasn't convinced. After running a nutrition & hormone panel, he knew something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what. After that, it was still 13 years before my doctor did the celiac blood test.
I have been "diagnosed" with everything: cat scratch fever, German measles, migraines, STDs, bacterial infections, various forms of depression, appendicitis, various topical & food allergies, even schizophrenia. Even though I am gluten-free, I still suffer from symptoms. My GI doctor says my intestines are damaged, I have high cholesterol, and I have inflammation throughout my body.
Now, I exercise regularly, take lots of supplements and eat small meals. I do feel better, and the "brain fog" is gone. I use cortisone creams and Calmoseptine (a prescription ointment usually for protecting drain wounds) for the rashes. I also bathe with dead sea salt mineral soap and use Eucerine brand lotions for the rosacea and rashes. I drink a B-complex sugar-free energy drink to get me through the day without getting too tired.
I hope my story can help others realize that it’s not always "in your head."