Nobody talks about this out loud.
Nobody puts it at the center of the conversation.
But the body… the body always remembers.
The image is clear, direct, impossible to ignore. Inside, where everything should flow silently, something is invading. Something microscopic, invisible to the naked eye, but devastating when it multiplies. Bacteria advance, adhere, reproduce without asking permission. And the tissue, red and inflamed, responds with pain.
The sentence hangs in the air because what follows is unsettling. Because it forces us to look beyond immediate pleasure, beyond the moment, beyond what “won’t happen to me.”
At first, it doesn’t feel serious.
A minor discomfort.
A strange sensation when urinating.
A mild burning sensation that can be explained away with tiredness, dehydration, or any other excuse.
But the body knows when something is wrong.
Inside, the bladder begins to swell. The walls, which should be smooth and strong, become sensitive and irritated. Every bacterium is like a spark on an open wound. And while everything seems normal on the outside, a silent battle rages inside.
The image shows it bluntly: the path where only clean liquids should flow becomes an invaded route. Bacteria rise, cling, and advance. They respect neither age, nor intentions, nor carelessness.
These are the consequences…
Consequences of not being informed.
Consequences of trusting without taking precautions.
Consequences of ignoring early warning signs.
The pain appears when you can no longer fake it. Urinating ceases to be automatic and becomes a dreaded experience. The body tenses. Fear arises. And the question comes too late: “Why didn’t I take better care of myself?”
It’s not punishment.
It’s not shame.
It’s biology.
The human body is delicate. Intimacy, while natural, also carries risks when there is no care, hygiene, or attention. And these bacteria are not an alarmist invention: they are real, persistent, and know how to take advantage of any lapse in attention.
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