Cats’s review published on Letterboxd:
The doctor informed me today, I've been diagnosed with stinky poop syndrome. The whole drive home I sweated profusely, and as soon as I arrived back home I just sat in utter fear and disbelief; I can't stop shitting, and I can't stop crying. My life is coming to an end soon.
Things had just gone way too far south with my bowel movements that I'd be spending several hours at a time on the toilet in constant agony, day after day, night after night, shooting log after log into the bowl with no end in sight… and the pain only seems to be getting worse.
At first it simply seemed a bit weird – I’d been going to the bathroom far more than normal but assumed it was plain diarrhea despite the stools being solidly formed. Nothing unusual in the slightest, until the urge to take a shit would rear its old head at least four times per day and the time spent emptying my bowels increased rapidly. It started to gradually make every last one of my days a living hell. I reached out to a few of my friends to open up about the pain so that I could at least get some kind of support... but none of them offered it. They don't want anything to do with me anymore.
One night, I called my mother during one of my bathroom sessions just to have someone there to comfort me despite the fact that I knew it would be the most embarrassing and awkward conversation of my life; she reassured me as I sobbed and sprayed into the bowl but I could tell she would've rather been doing anything but talking to me in that moment... And I could hear in her voice that our bond could never be the same afterward. She has not returned any of my calls since that night. I have all but ruined my relationship with her for good over this, and I don't know how much more damage to my life I can take before I snap. I have absolutely nobody left to turn to.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm spending the grand majority of my time awake on the fucking toilet and losing significant hours of sleep. This is destroying my life.