In the book 1984, "doublethink" refers to understanding two concepts or believing two facts simultaneously so one can conveniently justify any number of Party claims. I use the word to explain the many pairs of entirely contradictory attitudes I've held and believed since I got my ostomy. Can you tell I do way too much thinking? But the thing is, there's no one worldview that properly explains why anything happens, or indeed how we should cope once it does. And since I approach everything in life like I'm researching to write a book on it, I actually sort, analyze, and record my own thoughts until I see patterns that my family refuses to find interesting or hear any more about. So I'm telling my diary/journal that just happens to be accessible to the general public.
This is not how it should be vs. there is no “should” in life
Someone I know made a status on Facebook which read something like, “Nothing ruins our life more than our idea of how it should be.” In some ways, that's actually true. When I start to get miserable is when I miss having a life with a normal colon… which is actually a life I never had in the first place. If I really got wrapped up in this sort of thinking, I could find myself making some unwise decisions. When I consented to the ostomy surgery, I had to explain to my family that I wasn't choosing between an ostomy and a healthy colon; a healthy colon was literally never an option, whether I wanted it or not. It doesn't matter if everybody else in the world has healthy intestines (and they don't); I am sick so that's irrelevant. Nevertheless, I cannot entirely help feeling hard-done-by, and I sometimes think I REFUSE to fully accept my situation. Yeah, this is what I've got, but it's not what I want. What I want IS important, and I refuse to want an ostomy. Again, I've accepted reality; I just feel the need to remind people of this now and then. I want to live a full life and be happy, and I intend to do those things. I just want to make it clear that, as far as I'm concerned, I'm doing it in SPITE of my illness and all the crap that's happened to me. I refuse to make this all beautiful and inspirational. I don't believe anything happens for a reason, so basically I think I just have crappy luck to have landed my consciousness in such a screwed-up body. That doesn't mean anything, and I can't change it or I would.
Medical problems should be approached clinically vs. emotions are important
You could say I refuse to take my health problems personally. Instead, I basically try to act as though I'm one of the doctors trying to fix this body that I just happen to be living in, and this has a number of good results. First of all, I ask questions and bother to understand the decisions they make about my treatment. I didn't get grossed out or intimidated by my ostomy care, and I wasn't nervous before surgery. The problem is, whenever I get really sick I find I have emotional responses (crying) which are entirely involuntary and only at the time of this surgery did I realize that the other stuff was really an attempt at denial. I found out recently while talking to my mom that I've actually repressed some memories of the last time I was really sick, which I find kind of disturbing. So, this time I decided to accept the negative feelings and ride them out, but I even do that in a clinical way: I'm sitting there treating crying like a task to complete while thinking about its stress relief properties which I learned about in Psych class. At this point, it's just comical. I didn't let my family sit with me before my surgery, which I feel bad about for their sakes, but they were bringing down my mood because they were treating this like something momentous. To the hospital staff, it's just another day and another procedure, and that's what I prefer. We chatted about my school and I bugged them by insisting they explain every single thing they did in detail. Then on the way to the OR, I started laughing like an idiot because I saw a surgeon who looked like the Todd from Scrubs. They must have thought I was having a breakdown, laughing at nothing on the way to ostomy surgery. I'm not sure I wasn't.
It's important to be independent vs. come on, I really want a boyfriend
Actually, people on this site's forums do a lot of complaining about being single, and in this environment, they aren't judged because we all know why they're worried. In general society, however, it's considered pathetic to need someone to "complete you," at least until the person in question gets married. THEN it's fine to say you couldn't live without your spouse, go figure. But saying you don't need anybody seems to be a thing that single people say. I'm not going to say it's always a blatant attempt at convincing themselves (ourselves, since I'm among that number), but yeah, I think it usually is. Now, I know that I have to make a life for myself on my own and find my own happiness, and actually, I wasn't too concerned about not having a boyfriend until after my surgery. If I really had been desperate, I could have accepted the guy who was all but stalking me during my brief stint at college. It's just that, as we all understand, an ostomy really affects body image and a high premium is put on looking good in this culture. I have accepted my ostomy, and I don't feel bad when I look in the mirror. But, in addition to wanting a significant other for all the obvious reasons, I know I'll feel a lot better still when another person accepts my ostomy completely, in a way they can only do by choosing to have a relationship with me. It's like what I tell my friends when they accuse me of having low self-esteem due to my frequent use of self-deprecating humor: I don't hate myself, I think I'm freaking great. It would just be nice to hear someone else say that for a change. Like it or not, we're wired to care what people think of us. It's 90% of what makes us remotely civilized, actually. So, to sum up, I'm not gonna go all Bella from Twilight and jump off a cliff because somebody doesn't like me. I just like a little validation from time to time—and also a best friend and a life partner and all that good stuff which a relationship should provide.