Dilemma

I'm moving soon! In just over a week actually! I love my new housemates. They're fantastic and fun and most of us are involved in the same type of things at school.

The one thing I'm struggling over is: to tell or not to tell.

Living with a group of people - especially friends is a pretty intimate experience. I could try to be nonchalant about the giant medicine box, and my about to explode daily pill box - shrug it off as vitamins? I only have minor symptoms, a little bit of pain that comes and goes, so that's not going to give me away.

The only thing I'm worried about is if I do take a turn for the worse. In that case I would want to have people around me that know what's going on. Since I am at a relatively good place now, is this really a concern?

I don't want to be a drama queen, regaling them with my medical horror story. I don't want to scare them away, or make them regret asking me to move in - which I know they probably wouldn't, but I can't help worrying about people's reactions.

I think I'm just going to wait and see. Once I'm actually living there, I'll be in a much better place to make a decision.

I got Crohn's and lost a boyfriend

It wasn't exactly a cause-and-effect type thing. We had been having problems for a little while, and this just seemed to exacerbate them.

When your girlfriend is in the hospital, a couple of text messages doesn't exactly cut it. And a one hour visit where you can't wait to get out of there doesn't help either. I felt like we didn't really talk anymore.

And I was scared. A chronic disease, which I'm going to have for the rest of my life. And one with symptoms that aren't exactly polite dinnertime conversation.

I didn't want to tell him. And I kind of needed some time to deal with everything myself.

So we went on break. He didn't exactly protest, telling me that "he'd respect any decision that I made" and later in the conversation asking if "I even still loved him".

Feelings aren't a light switch that you can turn on and off, but sometimes they aren't enough.

We met one week later for coffee, and ended up having more fun with breaking up with each other than we'd had dating in a long time.

We'd gotten boring. School, work, plus an undiagnosed chronic disease left me exhausted all the time. I didn't want to go out, and hanging out in my room wasn't all that much fun.

It's been a couple of months now, and I know that it was the best decision for me, at the time. Our relationship barely made it through one hospitalization, I'm glad it didn't have to try and survive the next two. As well, when you miss weeks of class and all of your exams it helps to have a lot of free time for studying.