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hey tumblings -
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much…it’s been a weird semester and I am finally feeling semi-normal again. I often forget that while my physical fibro/mold allergy/endo/PCOS body might be feeling alright, that doesn’t necessarily mean the same for my mental health. three new prescriptions, a great psychiatrist, new OB-GYN doc, and a solid stream of ginger peach tea later and I am feeling like words and movements and human connection are possible again.
these things are always, always, always a process.
stay warm & happy new year!
Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour Podcast, Episode 94
I replayed this quote three times when I heard it, just to let it sink in. In the migraine/chronic pain community, we talk a lot about stigma. It’s one of the worst parts of being a “spoonie,” in my opinion. I heard this on one of my favorite podcasts (free on iTunes!!), and I never thought about that particular viewpoint before.
People who are so judgmental of chronic and pain issues are just scared that someday it might affect them or their loved ones. That maybe someday they’ll be in our shoes. I honestly never thought about it like that, but it’s given me a new perspective on how I might view critical people going into the new year.
What do you think? Are hypercritical people afraid? Are there other explanations?
and although I struggle with my “different” way of life from time to time, overall I am confident that this is what I need to be doing to keep myself healthy and happy…I live at home with my parents at age 20, commute to college, take limited classes (9 credits this semester), spend my weekends quietly with netflix, tea and my sister, and spend most of my free time going from doctor/appointment to doctor/appointment.
yesterday when I visited my childhood friend’s house and her mother asked me about school, I nodded and smiled and said my classes were going well (I mean, the classes are fine, it’s me that’s gone batshit).
but when she said, “so you’re on track-…a junior like [Friend]”
I was totally caught off guard. “Yeah, yeah, I’m a junior…”
I lied because anything less than in that moment would have been judged, seen as inferior, behind, other. And sometimes we just can’t receive that sort of feedback.
meanwhile, back at home with my own visiting extended family, I was similarly interrogated about classes,
“Yes, yes, I love dance therapy, and poetry, yes, I write and read poems, and my internship class is really informative, yes, I’ll have a site placement next semester”
“That’s all?” they inquire. “Well, that’s not too hard!”, they add to my not convincing face.
I shrug or mumble or if I have the energy come up with something quippy, when really all I want to do is shout “fuck off!” because each and every day is uphill both ways. I’ve had to drop courses and pass in things late and miss class, but I don’t want to tell you that, that’s my fucking business. I have the right to not walk around like an open emotional snowball mess of a shitstorm.
no one has the right to judge your lifestyle or your being. and it’s fucking tough when we’ve got an extra bag totting along with us, filled with reasons and different paths backwards and forwards and side to side, around again, and sometimes we try to share our world, our existence, to show that the fact that I’m 20 and struggling with school each and everyday is acceptable, that it’s okay for me to work one day a week cuz that’s all I can do, and yes, I’m still single, no I’m not happy about it but people tend to shy away from those of us considered “high maintenence” and yes, dance therapy is REAL, no I don’t just lay on the floor, it takes theory and artistry and love to heal others and yourself through dance and movement so why are you looking at me as though this is no real career path? why do you see me and those of us who work one on one with other humans, healing, like a massage therapist or physical therapist or gym teacher or midwife or yoga instructor or art teacher, why do you see us as less than you? and no, I still cannot eat corn or corn products or chocolate or soy so can we please just let it go? can my personal life and wellbeing not be the centerpiece of our conversation?
please? please? otherwise I cannot make it through another family get together, because I refuse to be cross-examined and condemned by you.
I will choose what and when and how to share pieces of my life, my day to day living, and your judgement will not come anywhere near me, cuz I’ve come too far to deal with this crap.