The Day His Symptoms Weren’t “Convenient” Enough
Rohan knew his body better than anyone else.
He knew the warning signs.
The tightness in his stomach.
The heat creeping upward.
The sudden urgency that gave him minutes — sometimes seconds.
Irritable Bowel Syndrome, the doctor had said.
Unpredictable.
Uncontrollable.
Invisible.
Rohan called it something else.
Fear.
Because bathrooms were not always nearby.
And permission was not always given.
That morning, Rohan woke up early. Skipped breakfast. Took his medicines. Told himself he would be careful.
Today mattered.
It was a client presentation. His first big one. Weeks of preparation. Slides memorized. Suit ironed twice.
He told his manager in advance.
“I have a medical condition,” he said carefully. “If I need to step out suddenly — ”
His manager waved it away.
“Just plan your breaks better,” he said. “Today is important.”
Rohan nodded.
He always nodded.
The meeting began.
Lights dimmed.
Clients watching.
Ten minutes in, his stomach twisted.
He ignored it.
Fifteen minutes in, sweat broke across his back.
He kept speaking.
Twenty minutes in, pain surged violently — sharp, urgent, undeniable.
Rohan froze mid-sentence.
He tried to breathe through it. Tried to focus on the slide in front of him instead of the panic inside his body.
“I need to step out for a moment,” he said quietly.
His manager looked annoyed.
“Now?” he whispered. “Can it wait?”
Rohan shook his head.
“I don’t think so.”
The room felt smaller. Hotter.
The manager sighed loudly.
“Five minutes,” he said. “Make it quick.”
Rohan stood up.
He didn’t make it.
Halfway to the door, his body gave up.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just enough.
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The warmth spread before he could stop it. His vision blurred. His legs locked in place.
Someone gasped.
“Oh my god,” someone whispered.
Rohan stood there, frozen, knowing exactly what had happened.
The room went silent.
The manager rushed over, pulling him aside sharply.
“What is wrong with you?” he hissed. “You couldn’t hold it?”
Rohan couldn’t speak.
He couldn’t look up.
Someone handed him a jacket. Someone else opened a window. No one met his eyes.
He was escorted out through the side corridor.
Not as an employee.
As an inconvenience.
In the restroom, Rohan locked himself inside a stall and slid down to the floor.
His hands shook.
This was not about IBS.
This was about being treated like a child who failed at self-control.
Later that day, HR called him in.
“We understand you have… issues,” the woman said carefully.
“But this was extremely unprofessional.”
Unprofessional.
As if his body had violated office etiquette.
“Next time,” she continued, “inform us earlier so arrangements can be made.”
Earlier than what?
Earlier than pain?
Earlier than urgency?
Earlier than reality?
Rohan walked home that evening instead of taking the bus.
He needed air. Space. Distance from eyes.
At home, he threw the suit into the washing machine and stood under the shower longer than necessary.
The water washed everything away — except the memory.
The silence.
The stares.
The moment his dignity leaked out in public.
If Rohan could say one thing to the world, it would be this:
“My illness does not follow schedules.
It does not respect meetings.
It does not wait for permission.
I did not embarrass myself.
I was denied understanding.
When symptoms are treated as inconveniences,
people stop asking for help —
and start suffering quietly.”
That day, Rohan didn’t lose a presentation.
He lost the courage to speak up again.
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Author’s Note
Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) is a real, chronic condition that affects millions — yet it is often dismissed as anxiety, poor planning, or lack of discipline.
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