I’ve had IBS for over 25 years. It’s robbed me of having any type of semblance of a normal life. 43 years old now and childless because of it. Never wanted to risk pregnancy because of the unknown of how my IBS would react. Never thought I’d be a good mom because I’m not reliable and a prisoner to my digestive system. Wish I could be spontaneous and do whatever I wanted, when I wanted. It’s been hell, but I’ve been able to push through. I still have suicidal thoughts at times, but I have faith in God and that keeps me from the utter despair and hopelessness that this disorder creates.