u/forceshutdown666

odavno znam za ovaj page https://writersnoonereads.tumblr.com/ pa je poniklo da napravim ovaj thread (mozda ima, mozda grijesim).

oduvijek su me zanimale ovakve knjige, dakle ne mainstream, ne preporuke na insta ili tiktok (koje su gotovo uvijek jedna te ista knjiga).

da li su ljudi raspolozeni da sami istrazuju knjizevnost i citaju ovakva djela. jer to je po meni i ljepota knjizevnosti, ici, kopati, traziti, otkrivati.

imam dva za pocetak naslova

leonid dobicin - grad en

danilej alevi - istorija cetiri godine: 1997 - 2001

mozete i postavljati slike iz svoje kolekcije ako zelite

I just want to share my story with someone honestly. Recently I’ve started posting on Reddit. I’m 38 years old, and I was diagnosed with celiac disease when I was 4 months old. I barely survived — my intestines weren’t functioning, I was fed artificially through a tube connected to my neck, and they used an incubator to maintain my body temperature (all of this happened during that early period of my life, before I turned one).

I was born and still live in fucking Bosnia and Herzegovina, but I’m moving to Austria in a month. During my youth I was, of course, rebellious, and during high school — which lasts 4 years in Bosnia — I drank beer (obviously because I wanted to be accepted). Later it kind of hit me mentally and I stopped. I drink wine, homemade rakija, etc., mostly things without gluten. I’m cutting down. But I smoke a lot of weed 😃

I take antidepressants: Paxil and half a Xanax in the morning, then the other half together with Calixta before bed. I was diagnosed with depression 5 years ago. I think those were unlocked traumas because during the my teenage years I was sexually, mentally, and physically abused by my father (from age 14 to 17). I was always afraid of him and never fought back, but that’s another story.

Imagine having celiac disease in Bosnia, where people at that time didn’t even know what gluten was, and then the war came from 1991 to 1995. During all that time I ate whatever my mother thought was gluten free.

As I mentioned, I’m 38 years old now and I actually feel great overall. My depression is under control. For the last 10 years or so I’ve had a mild dull pain under my ribs on the left side. It mostly appears if I eat very fatty or spicy food, and it lasts anywhere from 10 to 30 seconds. My weight is stable, usually between 80 and 86 kg (I don’t know the American metric system, sorry).

That pain is kind of constant in the sense that it neither gets better nor worse. In the past I used to eat foods labeled “may contain traces of gluten,” but now my diet is 100% gluten free. I’ve also been vegan for 10 years.

Overall, I feel really good and I don’t have any major symptoms. I’m functional, and that small pain I mentioned comes and goes but doesn’t stop me from living normally. I don’t have pain at night, which is probably the most important thing. I go to the bathroom around 30 to 40 minutes after every meal — it’s been like that for as long as I can remember (the good thing is that I’ve read a lot of books sitting on the toilet :)).

My stool varies — sometimes it’s brown, sometimes yellowish — but it’s usually formed.

Anyway, I just wanted to share my story as a new member of this community. I hope I didn’t bore you with all of this and that someone will read it.

Stay punk.