That's an interesting thought. I grew up in a verbally and physically abusive household. I joined the Army at 18 to pretty much run away from home. I got into a relationship that resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. The father was also physically abusive. I got out of the Army (was stationed in GA) and moved with him to Oregon (the abuse didn't start until after we moved). I gave my daughter up for adoption, 9 weeks later her father left and I was alone in Oregon (that's where we'd moved to). This all happened from the time I was born until 1999.
Fast forward to 2002 - my boyfriend and I get engaged. One of the happiest times of my life, no stress there, right? BAM - the IBS symptoms start. I can't figure out for the life of me why, if stress triggers this, why wasn't I sick years ago? It still baffles me that it took GOOD stress to get this IBS ball going. GRRRRRRR.....