If you know, you know.
A fistula controls everything. Where you can sit. Whether you can sleep. What you wear. Whether you show up or cancel again without explaining why. You lose track of how long it's been since any of this felt normal.
And you don't talk about it. Explaining it means describing parts of your body nobody wants to hear about. So you go quiet. And quiet starts to feel like the only option.
Four years of this. Setons, biologics, surgeries. Things that were supposed to work, didn't. And it follows you into every room, even when nobody else can see it.
This hat is two words for everyone who's been in that room. Because...
F*ck Fistulas.
When they're gone, this run is done. No restock, no reissue.
Leave your story when you order — what fistulas have done to you, what they've taken, what you don't get to say out loud. I read and respond to every one.
10% of every sale goes to the Crohn's & Colitis Foundation — funding research and support for the part of this disease that's hardest to talk about.
This is Drop 01. There will be future drops. Different designs, different causes. But this one is this one. Only this.
