I have a unique condition where my body traps anything it can't digest.

I have an condition where my body traps anything it can't digest. I don't know if there are any other people out there like me, but I sure would like to know because the amount of weird shit I have trapped in my body is incredibly high and I'm not really sure how much longer I can keep it all in.<br><br>It all started when I was about four years old. I swallowed a coin, and when I did I felt something weird happen inside my stomach. It sort of felt like the stomach muscles contracting, and a moment later the coin popped out the other side of my body. It felt like my stomach had literally tried to expel it, and after the shock of realising I had just shit out a coin wore off, my parents realised that maybe I wasn't quite telling the truth as well as I thought, and that maybe *yes, I had actually swallowed the coin*.<br><br>My mother took me to see a doctor, and after a series of tests the doctor told us that my stomach was able to expel small objects that were swallowed. She said it was a rare condition, and that it would be good if I never swallowed anything, as apparently it can cause problems. Of course I never listened to that advice, and as a kid I swallowed lots of small objects. But it mostly only happened when I was drunk as a skunk as an adult that stuff started happening on a daily basis.<br><br>It started small. I could never resist a blow jobs, and I once accidentally inhaled an entire condom during sex. It hurt like hell, and I could feel it sitting up in my throat the whole way home, but I could feel it had expanded and was filling with stomach acid, so I knew it had made it through intact. My doctor told me to just let it pass, and that I shouldn't try to remove it myself, but I didn't listen and tried to pull it out. I could feel it tearing, and a moment later I passed out.<br><br>When I came to I was in the hospital, and the condom was gone. I had to spend a week in intensive care while my body recovered, and I was told that it had been severely damaged. It would take months to heal, and until then I was not allowed to have any sex.<br><br>I was horrified. Not only had I almost died, but I was also going to be a hermit for the next several months, and my sex life was going to be non-existent for a long time. I asked my doctor how *that* was supposed to help with my condition, and he just shrugged and told me that it was a small price to pay for not risking death every time I had sex.<br><br>I was a bit depressed about it all, but then something strange happened. Several weeks after I had swallowed the condom my girlfriend asked me to go out with her. She was nervous, and wouldn't meet my eyes, and when we got to her house she asked me to take my time. When I finally noticed what she was after it was too late, and it was already inside of me.<br><br>I was horrified, and I told her she had gone too far. She was really upset, and she begged me to come on, that it would be worth it, and that she had done it especially for me, knowing about my condition. I didn't want to, but eventually she managed to persuade me. And when it was over, I could feel it down in my intestines, trapped and slowly decomposing.<br><br>I told her it was a waste of my money, and that I was going to the pharmacy to get something to remove it. She begged me not to, but I ignored her and set off to get something to dissolve it.<br><br>At the pharmacy I was told it was impossible to buy anything to dissolve a condom, as it was a health risk. I was told it was much safer to just go to the hospital, where they would use an endoscope and remove it properly.<br><br>I was annoyed, and all of the pharmacy staff were staring at me. I stormed out of the store, and when I told the nurse the same thing she had told me the look on her face was priceless. She tried not to laugh, but she wasn't very good at concealing it. She told me again that I should just let it pass, that it was much safer that way, and that attempting to remove it myself would only cause me problems and potential damage to my digestive tract.<br><br>I didn't want to hear it, but she insisted. Eventually I finally started to listen to her, and I decided to just leave it alone. Weeks passed, and it slowly started to move. It passed through my intestines, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.<br><br>But that felt amazing, and I wanted to experience that again. I started asking my girlfriends to make me pass, and eventually I got good at asking the right way. It got to the point where I was getting jealous of my friends, and eventually I started asking them if they'd be willing to do it for me. Some were interested, some weren't, but eventually I found a whole stable of people willing to make me pass.<br><br>I was careful who I chose, and I only picked people who were willing to let it happen, but who wouldn't ask me to return the favour. It was a weird thing, but I felt like *I* was the one who was disabled, not the opposite. I was the one who couldn't digest anything, not them. And it was the fair thing to say that I was the only one allowed to do it.<br><br>I saw about six different people over the course of four years. It got old, and I eventually stopped, but I was grateful for the experience, and the knowledge that I now had.<br><br>But now I am back at square one, and I can feel something trapped in my intestines. It is painful, and I have no idea what it could be. I have been to the hospital again and again, but they can't find anything. I am going crazy.<br><br>I know it's in there, and I can feel it slowly decomposing. I am afraid that it will burst and kill me. I don't know what it is, but I am writing this open plea for help, in the hopes that someone out there can tell me what it could be.<br><br>If you have a condition like mine, please send me a private message detailing what it is like for you, and what you have trapped inside you.<br><br>Thank you.<br><br>*EDIT* - oh my god, I am completely overwhelmed by the amount of people who have come forward. I am reading through them all, but it is taking a while. Thank you to everyone who has commented, personal message me, or subscribed. It really means a lot to me. I am trying to reply to everyone I can, but it is a bit too much right now. Again, thank you so much to everyone. It is amazing that so many people are brave enough to share their story. <br><br>*EDIT* - I have to assume that this has been banned. I have gotten so many messages that I want to keep responding to them. It's amazing. I might not have the privilege of interacting with you all again, but I want to say once again, thank you so much to everyone who has come forward to talk about their condition. The stories that you have told me are so touching, and it's incredibly brave of you to share them with someone you don't know. <br><br>*FINAL EDIT* - I am very touched by all the comments, but I have to tell you that almost none of you have *actually* come forward with anything like this condition. I have had a handfull of people message me claiming that they have this condition, but not a single person has provided any medical evidence, or any evidence of their claim at all. Please get a check up, and voice your complaints to a doctor. I thought I had this condition, but my doctor laughed in my face. My stomach acid is perfectly normal, as is everything else. I was just really sick. I hope this post has given you a good chuckle, or a sad realization that the internet is easy to lie to.