Waking up to face another day in this body that seems to have failed me in so many ways, leads to a whole new load of emotions I never even … Continue reading The Emotional side of Chronic Pain
Today is the 7th Year (I guess you could say anniversary!) of my chronic Illness, and if you read my post from last year (6 years…), you’ll have read a little … Continue reading 3 Things in the Past Year to be Grateful for.
That first day, the day when I couldn’t take the excruciating pain any longer, was the day I needed your help the most. What I needed was reassurance, what I … Continue reading Those times you didn’t listen.
Well guys, I did it! I’m here, I’m alive (just about!) and I’m so happy to say I completed my challenge! I’m not going to lie, it’s been the longest … Continue reading The END! My BIG Challenge for Arthritis Research UK
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I have read so much stories and blogs about people with chronic pain/chronic illness that are confronted daily by random strangers (and even people close to them) suggesting that by … Continue reading I will NOT apologise for being Happy
For every day use, I wish there was something I could wear or temporarily tattoo on my forehead, just to explain to people how I feel that day, and to make my pain more obvious to those that are completely oblivious around me.
For example, a trip to ASDA, I’d have “Yes I can park in this disabled space, and you don’t need to watch me to see how “disabled” I look”. Perhaps a shortened version, but you get the drift!
Perhaps on the days that I really don’t want to talk to anyone, let alone be asked “how are you” I could have something like “leave me alone – pain making me grumpy”.
I don’t know how you “get over” this feeling, but this feeling has stuck with me, ever since the first day I was glowered at and made a joke of for parking in a disabled space. Those catty women will not forget me in a hurry that’s for sure (Especially when I screamed at them and asked if they had a problem!!) But just as they wont forget me, I can’t forget them. That day bloody hurt every emotion and bone in my body. I’ll never forget how 2 grown women made me feel. Never.
I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to have to justify every move I make, why I park in a disabled space, why I have a crutch or why I haven’t done my hair that day.
Gone are the days when I could walk up the street or to the shops and not one person would take any notice of me. Now it’s like a magnet is permanently attached to me, attracting all the horrible nasty people, along with their comments and questions. *Sigh*.
Perhaps I need a neon sign, sorta like where my halo would be (if it hadn’t slipped!?), but then that would draw more unwanted attention!
Perhaps I just need to man up and get over the comments and dirty looks. After all, if I advertise my chronic pain, it’s only going to draw more attention to little ol’ me!