Your bladder crawls out of bed in the morning, makes its way to the bathroom to brush its teeth and relieve itself and catches a glimpse of itself in the mirror. What does it see?
Is it male or female…is it broken and bruised? Does it have scars yet is still beautiful? Tell me what it sees.
Below are the answers I’ve received for IC Awareness Month daily topic # 19.
My bladder is female. If she saw herself in the mirror she would be appalled. She is red, raw and covered with tiny pinprick cuts. She is hurting but any cream, any ointment will only make her feel more sore.
She is clutching the sink, struggling even to keep looking at herself as she is so horrified by what she sees. She is disgusted with herself. She used to be helpful, to have a purpose. She has now, over the past year, become a torturer, a sadist; she lives inside a 35 year old single mum with two small children and a life to lead and every day she hurts and torments her and makes her life almost unbearable.
But it is not her fault, not really. She only gives out pain because she is in pain herself. She only hurts because she is hurt.
What she wants, more than anything, is to get better. She just wants to be ‘normal’. But it’s been so long, she can barely remember what ‘normal’ is.
Mine sees an organ who has a hard time making friends and tries far too hard to fit in. It easily makes it awkward for its neighbors to associate and identify with it resulting in a serious lack of cooperation. My bladder is most definitely a woman who grew up way too soon. She longs to do whatever it takes to get past the mistakes of her past and heal…no matter the cost. She also knows that it’s not all about her. This pain comes from the other organs she surrounds herself with as well and until they can all learn how to work together there will always be turmoil. She sees strength. She sees dedication. She sees a challenge. I think she also sees that she’s a blonde with a big mouth and a penchant for stirring things up before wrapping up the self assessment mirror convo and going the hell back to bed…
I see mine that’s broken and a disappointment to her husband. She is a loner but tries to put on a smile even in pain. The once go getter that wasn’t afraid to have her plate full!
Mine sees a very pregnant woman with a severe uti. She has been in labor for years with the baby crowning. Lower back & dragging feeling in the legs. Heaviness with occasional stabbing, and/or electrical shocks. Thanks to the related diseases she also aches like she has the flu.
It sees a female, broken bladder in severe pain that never wants to urinate again for fear of horrific vag. burning. (I’m up at 4am to prove this theory).
She looks into the mirror and she sees what used to be a beautiful soul. Someone who’s always tried to help others, always laughing and making others laugh. Someone who cared and put others first to now being hopeless, lonely, depressed, secluded and aged. She’s young, but feels like she’s in a body well over her actual age. She hurts constantly. She cries out in pain and questions “why me?’. There are times when she’s hopeful. Hoping for help, for relief, for a day when she feels like her old self again, but she lowers her head in pain and feels helpless instead.
Mine is a beaten and battered woman. Her cuts are raw and every muscle bruised. She feels abused and her only temporary relief are Percocet that are rationed. She is ashamed of her image and prays for a man who understands.
I Have always felt that my bladder was seperate from me. My bladder is evil and angry. My bladder screams and twists while wrecking everything in me. My bladder is a spoiled child and he will pitch a fit until he gets exactly what he wants.
my bladder sees a mother of 3 small children who becomes tired and is in chronic pain
My bladder is a broken down female who’s been bullied around too much and self-inflicts pain. It prays for a cure, but it also knows that it has to accept that things aren’t going to be going very well, that pain will be a constant. Once it accepts that like it would a lost limb, it can move on.
She’s a diva, used to being pampered and soothed. She’s content as long as she stays warm and relaxed and gets her happy pills every morning and night. But if something slips and her delicate balance is unsettled, she gives me a swift kick with her Manolo Blahnik. I’ve sacrificed a lot to keep her happy, but feel damn grateful I’ve been reasonably successful so far.
It is sore and worried about what the day will bring? Will there be clean or even a bathroom where I teach? Will I find someone to watch my class song can go? How will I get through the day like nothing is wrong again? It is weak and wants love and care. It feels misunderstood. My DOCTOR just suggested hydrodistention again AFTER me telling HIM that it isn’t recommended now by AUA. Why doesn’t HE know this???!!!
My bladder is female. She looks sad. She has held all these feelings of being hurt and feels pissed off about it. I’m working at releasing the feelings of being hurt and pissed. It is but one step in my healing.
She” looks in the mirror to see a reflection of one that looks so tired and has aged 10 yrs in the course of year and a half. She looks dull and lifeless. “She” is battered and scarred…
All it can see is a reflection of me. A reflection in the mirror of the woman on the bed crying in tears of pain for her 3 year old looks at her and says “is mommy sick again?” My bladder sees how it has at times broken down this woman to nothing but to nothing but pain and misery. My bladder is never content and wants just to be “cured.” It cannot even look at itself in the mirror, all it sees is the bad and the ugly. Why isn’t this woman treating me? Why am I in a body that cannot cure itself? My bladder would see ME a woman and a warrior that fights everyday of her life for a cure, a woman that get’s off that bed, and gives a children a kiss on the head and says “mommy will be alright, don’t you worry dear, mommy will be there soon.” Our bladders see US in the Mirror, no matter the battle wounds we are all IC Warriors, fighting for a cure!
My bladder is so hideously ugly and ripped in pieces that it breaks every mirror it sees. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the bloodiest of them all? Gee, that is a kind of negative attitude, isn’t ‘it?
My bladder is female. It sees the pain she causes several times in the early hours of the morning. She is broken and does long to just feel normal again. She sees the pure misery she puts the young 30 yr old woman through each day on top of the living hell this woman goes through daily due to related illnesses and mental illnesses. She wishes she wasn’t the one thing that makes her life even harder on top of the wreckage of abusive relationships and loneliness. She thinks if only I could help her body function better to help her out. It wouldn’t be much but at least it would be something.
Mine sees a much more relaxed and happy self since starting IVC ( a parsons cocktail!! ) treatment, less tired as it only wakes up twice in the night against 7-8times a year ago,I have a happy, happy, Miss Bladder now, long may it last.
These responses were submitted by numerous IC’ers and compiled into a post for your IC Awareness Pleasure!