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Dear body,

Dear body,

You’ve been with me since my first day on Earth and will be with me until my last. You’ve survived bumps and bruises, coughs and colds, chicken pox and shingles. However, I increasingly feel at war with you.

Half of me wants to celebrate and thank you for being as strong as you are. Regardless of what life throws at you, you face it every day, you don’t give up on me. You are the vessel that is carrying me through every day of living with a chronic illness. When I’ve had enough and want to throw the towel in, you don’t let me.

However, body, I feel betrayed by you. Why have you failed me so badly? I get that you had to do something to stop me from imploding, to force me to stop and rest. But four years later you still aren’t allowing me to restart the life I was loving living. I’ve done everything I can to show you I totally understand that I need to treat you with more respect. I’ve learnt that my mind is just as important to care for as my bones and muscles. I’ve taken onboard every piece of advice, kindly noted every strategy and suggestion and tried to remain upbeat and positive in order to take steps forward.

Yet, no matter how many steps forward I take, I enjoy myself that little bit too much and you punish me. Or at least that’s what feels like. You plunge me into depths that feel impossible to surface from and I have to admit, I am running out of patience, strength, hope and optimism. How long will you keep this up? I honestly can’t see when you will, and that cripples me. You must see and feel how you are defeating me? What have I got to do to let you allow me to come out of this never ending tornado?

I am so tired of fighting for you, body. I need something back. I need you to start letting me have prolonged periods of “normality” because right now I feel like you’ve plugged me in somewhere and sucked out all of my joy and hope and left me with hatred and frustration. I can usually kick start myself after a few days and go onto auto pilot of being positive and glass half full but this round in the ring has left me empty. It feels like you are winning. You’ve let me keep my hair this time round which I am so grateful for but I find myself resenting it too because people think I am better without realising that I am probably having to fight harder than I have done in a long time to stay above water.

I’ve done my best not to embarrass you; I don’t complain about the pain and fatigue, I very rarely honestly answer the question, “how are you?’ in order to not become the person people avoid because I’m moaning and ‘seeking attention’. In fact, 80% of the time I have become quite the master at masking the daily pain and presenting the illusion that I’ve had a glorious sleep and am rejuvenated. I don’t give in to the frustration of how much I love having my hair back but how devastatingly hard it can be to have to use my energy on drying it with a heavy hairdryer in the morning. What. More. Do. You. Want?

Not only are you overwhelming me with fatigue and pain but you are targeting my mind with a full on nuclear attack. I wake every day with a feeling of darkness and dread. A feeling that I just don’t want this anymore. I want to live and engage in life, I know that I have so much to live for but I just don’t want this life. I didn’t choose this life. I didn’t imagine this life. The thought of living this life without an end point is excruiciating.

However, regardless of this hourly battle, I am still trying to be kind to you because you’re mine. You’re my body and I can’t exchange you or trade you for new parts. I’m feeding and watering you, I’m bathing you and doing my new autogenic training exercises with you to make you live in the present and feel at peace. I’m trying to find good in every day and still endeavour to be kind to those around me. I’m trying to speak more kindly to myself and to you without putting you down, beating you up and berating you for every little thing you put me through. I’m working through every strategy in my toolbox to see which one you’ll be happy with to allow me up and out of this horrendous flare up. But, sadly, you’re clearly not happy enough with my homework and consistently leave the comment, ‘must try harder.’

So, I shall try harder. I will figure out somehow, how to navigate this new hurdle and do what I can to persuade you that I will pace myself better, take more care and love you for what you are and not make you feel bad by wishing you weren’t doing this to me. I am learning to try and accept you for what you are. My body.

If you could just meet me half way, that would be great.

Yours Sincerely,

#hairyhannah

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Grow through what you go through

Grow through what you go through is such a cliche but one that to me, does make sense. Everything that happens to us in our lives can teach us something. That something can be about the person we are, the life we lead, those we surround ourselves with, changes we need to make…the list can be endless.

I haven’t written many blogs this year, I’ve been concentrating on doing my own ‘growing.’ I’ve definitely (No Line of Duty spelling mistakes here by ‘H’) been making progress; pacing for me is key, listening to my body and being kind to myself. I’ve also started some new homeopathic remedies after my appointment at the Hospital for Integrated Medicine. If you’ve read my blogs before, you know I’m open to trying anything and everything and although it’s not for everyone, I am not adverse to trying homeopathic remedies – they aren’t going to do any harm especially under NHS doctors advice and prescription.

I’ve noticed that I’ve been able to increase my activity periods and my sleep is improving. By that I mean I’m getting longer periods of uninterrupted sleep, it’s still not refreshing but psychologically it makes a huge difference just to know my body is getting longer periods of rest. I’m managing to walk a little more and my recovery periods are shorter and less intense but again, I think I’ve been fearing that if I say anything out loud I may jinx it!

With these slight improvemnts, I immediately start to berate myself. If I can walk a little more or manage longer activity periods, I MUST be applying for jobs straight away and get back to work. Because, if I don’t people will judge me – she’s managing more fun activities but the lazy so and so still isn’t working. I am my own worst enemy. So, luckily, I had my 3 month CBT session a few weeks back and this is what I chose to talk about. And, to be perfectly honest she laughed at me. As always, she managed to explain things in a way that put my mind at ease and organised my thought processes and calmed me down.

Currently I am volunteering for 30minutes a week at my brothers school, helping children with spelling. I am trying to slowly grow my baking business by posting orders which is going well. I am doing endless jobs for my brothers wedding in July and working full time on my health and getting better. All of these things that are important, enjoyable and helping me meet my targets. She reminded me that in order to build myself back up, I need to focus on the enjoyable things, the things that bring me joy. Going on mini holidays for the first time in three years aren’t normal people holidays. They are planned and paced and for short periods of time – if people want to judge, let them.

My body is VERY quick at reminding me that I am still fighting a daily battle. If I do something for too long or don’t pace myself, the pain and fatigue can be overwhelming. I didn’t give myself proper time to recover from Wales a few weeks back and had a lot of baking to do when I returned and as a result I got a cold. A simple cold. A head cold. And it took me down. I felt like I’d been steamrollered, it was horrendous yet it forced me to stop and get my strength back. Therefore, no matter how much I feel like I’m improving, I have to remember to build on this gradually. Increasing activity times and exercise times by a minute every few weeks…so why on Earth would I be searching for full time work?!

My therapist also told me that I should be taking time to enjoy this new stage that I’ve reached. She said I’ve worked hard to build myself up to this point so why rush it? Stop. Enjoy being able to do a little more every day. Don’t rush things, life doesn’t have to always be at full speed. And she’s right. It’s nice to be able to enjoy the sunshine this year without the pain of the pins and needles. It’s nice to build on my work from home with my baking. It’s nice to not feel utterly exhausted after spending time with friends.

And then we talked about work. And this is a huge bone of contention and confliction for me. Since I can remember I always wanted to teach. I love to teach, I am good at it and it’s formed my identity for as long as I can remember. It’s a stable job with great holidays, a great pension and so many other positives. But if I am being hand on my heart honest, right now, I don’t know if it’s a profession I want to go back to. There. I said it. I not saying never, I’m just saying, not in the foreseeable. There are a number of factors that have lead me to this decision; the work load and stress is unreal but also, simply the reality of the job just wouldn’t work for me now. You are on your feet ALL day. Children are needy and loud and exhausting. You have to work at home, do unpaid overtime, worry about the levels and the children and the parents…I’m just not sure my mind and body would cope with it.

It’s a hard thought to contemplate and one I need to work on because, being typical me, I don’t just factor myself into this, I factor other people in too. I’ll be letting my family down if I don’t go back to this. What will people think of me, how will I cope with people’s questions about why I’m not going back into teaching? In the harshest way possible, none of that matters. As my therapist keeps trying to hammer home to me, these people will simply want what’s best for me and my health, They’ll support and love me whatever I decide as long as I’m happy and healthy and of course can eventually support myself financially. Again, typical me is worrying about something that is way way way in the future but it’s a thought and worry that I need to start sorting through and coming to peace with.

As I wrote in one of my first ever blogs, I am a planner. I like to know what’s coming up next and I am a people pleaser. I don’t like to let anyone down. So, being in a position where I need to put myself first is still a scary thought. I genuinely have no idea what is going to happen tomorrow let alone in six months or a years time. Part time work is still a long way off let alone full time so I need to calm the heck down and go and make some bunting! I just needed to write and get this all off my chest; I’d be interested in how other chronic illness sufferers knew when they were ready to start working again and how they manage it? Please comment down below!

#hairlesshannah

 

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Planning for new adventures

It’s taken me a while to sit down and write this, rightly or wrongly for fear of judgement from people, well, strangers mostly.

April is just around the corner and marks three and a half years since I’ve been home. Funnily enough, that doesn’t faze me, time will pass no matter what I do and today, it’s something that doesn’t bother me – tomorrow could be another story. I still harbour many feelings about what I haven’t done or been able to do since becoming ill and very near the top is the loss of travelling. I loved to travel and living in Dubai enabled that love. But in three and a half years I’ve had exactly 5 nights away from my own home and bedroom and they were all over two years ago.

The thought of not being in my safe place, surrounded by the things I need for any eventuality, scares me. Extreme but true. When I’m at home, in my own space, I feel relaxed and safe and comfortable in the knowledge that whatever my mind and body needs, I know where to get it. But this year, I set myself the goal of changing that, of taking the next step forward in evolving my life as I now know it.

As always, mum has been by my side and made this happen far earlier than I planned and took the decision away from me – which in all honesty was probably the best way to do it! So, next week, for two nights, mum and I are having a little road trip back to Wales. It’s home from home really as it’s where mum was born and raised – Wales is in my blood! So, it’ll be familiar and “safe.” There’s no flights involved or tiring expeditions planned but still it’s the unknown and I am nervous. Then, my friend Nik has persuaded me to take it one step further and in May is driving me to stay in France for two nights! Yes – abroad people, ABROAD!

The knowledge and skills I’ve gained through CBT is standing me in good stead as I am able to rationalise my thoughts now and stop myself from catastrophising.  So over the last few days when I’ve been worrying, I started to write a list of all the positives that will work for both mini breaks that are planned:

  • I’m with mum/Nik
  • They knows me and my M.E inside out
  • We are driving there
  • I can put everything I need/might need in the car
  • It’s only two nights
  • It’ll be fun
  • It’ll be good to get some sea air
  • It’ll be good for me to be in a different space
  • It’ll give me something positive to look back on
  • It’s an adventure

I know I’m not alone in the worry side of things. Living with M.E has changed my life beyond recognition and there are so many things I can’t do but there are also so many things I CAN now do with careful planning and pacing. But that doesn’t stop the nagging in my mind about the judgement from others – if she can go away for a few nights, why can’t she get a proper job? If she can go away, she must be better. If she can go away, she must be lying about her illness.

Now, I know those who know me, know the truth. I know that’s what’s important and I know that’s what matters. The problem is, M.E is still such a disbelieved diagnosis with people thinking it’s a lazy persons illness. And for that reason, I always feel like I have to justify what I do. It’s a constant battle because people don’t see behind the scenes, behind social media. They don’t see the daily problems. The work and effort it takes to show up and do things. I recognise this is something I need toward on because it’s my issue – people probably couldn’t give two hoots about what I am or am not doing!

So, my question is – for anyone reading this with M.E or any other chronic illness, what hints and tips can you give me for travelling but also for dealing with the judgement…it would be so appreciated!

I will let you know how we get on next week and if I come up with any nuggets of advice that I feel might help anyone else, I’ll let you know.

But for now, I’m off to write my packing list so my brain fog doesn’t make me forget anything of importance….

Have a wonderful week,

#hairlesshannah

A little M.E update

It’s been quite a while since I sat down to write a blog post yet here I am again, using writing as my therapy of choice.

I guess I felt compelled to write today after spending several hours yesterday with mum and dad at an Action For M.E conference. We went along hoping to find out more about what research is being done, to network and to get some useful, practical advice. I think all three of us would say we’re glad we went although it wasn’t easy.

I’ve been struggling recently with my illness, I suppose because I’ve been ill for so long now, people almost forget that I am ill. Let me expand on that a little. A lot of this is my problem, my insecurities, but I have started to feel like I need to justify things that I do. I am wary that I feel like some people are judging me for STILL not working yet being able to do other things. I guess one thing has never changed, people don’t see what goes on behind the scenes. The careful planning that goes into pacing myself, the constant pain and sensitivities. The fatigue. The constant, wading through treacle, un-refreshing sleep, fatigue. Yes I smile and yes I can now wear make up but NO that does not equal me getting better. I am not. Yes, I am starting to do much more than I could before but that is simply down to the fact that I can manage my symptoms, most of the time. If I didn’t do this, I would not be able to do anything.

For example, I have had to cancel the few lovely things I had in my diary for the next few days to simply rest and sleep. Not go outside, not communicate with anyone, just recharge my batteries by doing the least stimulating things I can in order to re-charge. My body also likes to show me in other ways that it needs to rest, my symptoms get worse but also for me, I get skin flare ups – my right eyelid is red raw and painful with eczema underneath. I don’t always talk about these periods of time, because I usually plan in one or two days like this anyway to avoid major flare ups – but people don’t see or hear about those.

So, going along yesterday to hear people talking about something that myself and my family live with on a daily basis was, in many ways, a comfort. Truly heartbreaking to hear of people telling their stories of how their GP’s treated them like mine have me but comforting to know that I am not the only one. Frustrating to hear that the benefits system is failing so many who are in desperate need but comforting to know our battle isn’t a lone case. Encouraging to hear that the charities medium and long-term plans are to get the World Health Organisation to sit up, take note and help us by funding more research but devastating to know that short-term, all we can do is try to persuade our GPs to simply take the time to understand what living with M.E is like.

But amongst all of that, we met Alice Kelp. We didn’t make it up to the conference in time to hear her whole talk because, well, I couldn’t get up to London that early. But, we caught the end of her talk and it was inspiring. Alice is now 24 but cannot remember the year of her life from age 14-15 when she was almost comatosed, bed bound with M.E. I must admit, because we only caught the end of her speech where she was talking about what she does now and how she is proud of having M.E, I did think, god, this is not for me, plus – HOW did you go from being that bad to being able to talk about your life now?

But, I sat with Alice and her mum whilst we had some lunch and it all became clear. She was nervous to share her story, she didn’t want people to assume her story was only one of positivity because it isn’t. There was no lightning bolt occasion that she could pin down to explain how or when she began to feel better, her body just gradually got stronger. It’s like the M.E just burnt itself out. She had to go down a year at school and fight hard to get her teachers and friends to believe that she wasn’t just attention seeking. She lost 4 stone in weight and became anorexic because she became intolerant to different foods and felt nauseous. She had to learn to walk again because she lost all the muscle tone in her legs. Her mum had to give up work and be her full-time carer and be by her side because, for a while, she was suicidal. This is what M.E can be like. But, luckily for Alice, she found a pediatrician who listened and wanted to learn and research and help and gave her that lifeline that she needed. He believed in her and believed she deserved his time and help.

Like me, she’d tried everything; acupuncture, reflexology, saw a chiropractor, various herbal remedies, pacing, CBT. But, ultimately, none of that worked to cure her. She has never been cured, she is not better. Yes, she now has a job and she has recently moved in to her own property but she has to live carefully. She paces everything she does carefully, she knows she needs 9-10 hours sleep a night otherwise she can’t work, she knows she has to pick and choose what social events she attends and has to plan in rest. She is protective of her illness but isn’t ashamed of it and certainly won’t apologise for it. She gave me hope. Hope that one day I will be able to achieve the things that she has – work, home, travel.

It was also refreshing to hear her stance on CBT. Like me, she doesn’t want it removed from the NICE guidelines. The wording needs to be changed yes, because it is NOT a cure, it is a management tool to help you deal with how M.E impacts your life. Of course, it all depends on the therapist you get and how much they understand M.E but if we removed CBT from the NICE guidelines, what is going to replace it? At the moment, nothing. So, GPs wouldn’t have to refer us or give any further help because the  guidelines wouldn’t force them to. At no point have I ever claimed that CBT is making me better or curing me and nor has my therapist. What is has done is help me deal with the depression that has come as a result of living with M.E and the changes it’s had on my life and my families. It’s taught me how to change my thought patterns to encourage me to try to find the positives and it’s helped me pace myself properly in order to get that joy back in my life.

Alice works for Notts County Football Club who employed her knowing about her M.E and help her work alongside having a chronic illness. So much so, that they helped her produce a one minute film with the team to explain to people what M.E is because in September, the players wore shirts with ‘Action for M.E’ on the front.

So, what I am asking, is that you take a minute to watch that video – go to YouTube and search ‘Notts County action for M.E’ and then perhaps help out with  Christmas appeal. One of the facts you’ll hear is that since 2012, the government has invested only £2 per year per patient into M.E research, that’s less that a match day programme. That fact in itself feels like a punch to the stomach – for me, that means that since I’ve been ill, only £6 has been spent on research to help find a cure.

So, from noon on Tuesday 27th November until noon on Tuesday 4th December, any donations made to Action for M.E will be doubled. As a family, we would far more appreciate a tiny donation to this than a Christmas card this year because it will help so many people living with M.E to get the research that we so desperately need.

You can donate now at: http://www.actionforme.org.uk/BigGive2018

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M.E is a hidden, life changing illness that impacts not only the person with the illness but those they are closest to. Like so many hidden illnesses, remember that just because someone shows up, smiles and looks ‘well,’ that can be disguising what’s going on underneath.

#hairlesshannah

You’re still sick?

During my CBT session this week we talked for a little while about the fact that it’s almost three years since I got sick and flew home from Dubai. It’s funny because leading up to the 1 year/2 year milestone I was very hung up on dates and times whereas this past year I have focussed very much on the here and now, taking each day as it comes. But it just naturally cropped up with something we were talking about and it really felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

Isn’t it funny how such a small thought can up root so many feelings and emotions? I mean, nothing is going to change just because it’s coming up to three years, it was just saying it out loud felt like it was a really long time. And it is. However, this time, I had a little tear over it but was able to chalk it down to, yep, it sucks but you know what, it is what it is and time passes whether you feel sad about it or not.

The thing that I am struggling with at the moment however, is feeling like I have to justify myself a lot more. In my CBT session we talked about how someone had asked me recently if I felt like I was getting better. People, see me out or posting online, see me smiling and happy and coping slightly better with things that perhaps I wouldn’t have a few months back. But, I honestly didn’t know what to say. Yes, I feel like I am taking steps forward but am I feeling ‘better?’ No, not really. And that’s why I love my CBT sessions because my therapist was able to explain something in a way I hadn’t thought about it before.

She totally understands my life living with ME. She doesn’t think it’s in my head, she doesn’t think I’m a weak female and she’s always honest with me. She’s never ignored the fact that it is a chronic illness, one that has no known cure or treatment and one which I will live with, most probably, for the rest of my life. However, when we started talking about me ‘getting better,’ she explained it like this: She has asthma. She can live her life because she’s put things in place that help her to do this i.e. medication, exercise and a healthy diet. If she were to take these things away, her asthma would become worse and she wouldn’t be able to manage her symptoms and wouldn’t be able to continue with her daily life. This is the same for most chronic illnessess. I am able to manage my symptoms better now. I am kinder to myself and follow my set targets to the letter because I know that if I push those boundaries, I am going to suffer and I am going to suffer badly.

If I were to take away all the strategies, medications and methods I have in place, I would be back at square one. Well, maybe not square one but pretty close. My life has changed forever, I will always have to be aware of stressful situations, not pushing myself too much and keeping a very close eye on what my body tells me. That doesn’t not mean I am lazy. That does not mean I don’t want to work. That doesn’t not mean I don’t want to be independent. That doesn’t not mean I want to miss social events. It means that I am managing my chronic illness on a daily basis in order to live an improved version of the life ME took from me. But, as always, don’t always be fooled by my smile and the words, “I’m fine.” I push myself and I show up because I refuse to let this illness beat me,that doesn’t mean I’m better.

It’s funny, some of you may know that my eyelashes are growing back and, even if I do say so myself, they are pretty damn gorgeous! But to some people it has indicated that I am on the road to full recovery. Nope. My alopecia is unrelated to ME. Yes, it is an auto immune disease but just because my body is producing hair again does not equal me recovering from ME. Indeed, it most certainly makes me feel better in myself and has grown my confidence but it hasn’t stopped my constant fatigue, joint and muscular pain, light and noise sensitivity, pins and needles, insomnia… do I need to go on?

I’m not complaining here, I think I am more at peace now with my situation than I’ve ever been. It doesn’t stop me from having hours, days or weeks where I feel utterly devastated by what’s happening to me but this is my life. I only get one chance so therefore I need to appreciate it, smile and ignore the people who question if I’m still ill or not. I posted a quote on my Instagram the other day which struck a chord with me: It doesn’t matter if your glass is half full or half empty…be grateful that you have a glass and that there’s something in it.

Have a fab weekend.

#hairlesshannah

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Afflicted

According to the dictionary, the definition of an enabler is:

a person or thing that makes something possible. A person who encourages or enables negative or self-destructive behaviour in another.

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Some of you may or may not have heard about or seen the new Netflix series, Afflicted. It is a series that follows seven people living with chronic illnesses or as they put it, afflictions.  Before I watched, I had already seen many people tweeting and blogging about the series, it seemed that the chronic illness community were not happy at all. So, like with all of these things, I felt I needed to watch before passing judgement or comment.

I managed to watch one episode and decided not to watch any more. I flicked through the second and third episodes but found it upsetting and stressful. As with any of these series, the film makers had clearly got their angle and that was all they wanted to follow. It appeared that they wanted to portray these people as mentally ill. Without directly poking fun at them, that’s how it came across..dismissing autoimmune, neurological illness and just simply labelling these people as crazy.

For me, it was damaging. There is enough disbelief out there about these curious illness that people, including doctors, don’t believe in and this series was adding fuel to the fire. They focussed a lot on what homeopathic treatments the subjects had turned to, making them look hippy and alternative.

They failed to say that they were under specialists and had tried anything and everything to try to find help and a cure. They missed the point that these people were turning to alternative therapies because no one out there is putting money into science to find cures and treatments and even causes for these illnesses. They failed to emphasise the point that these people, like all chronic illness sufferers are desperate. They will try anything to see if it has an impact, no matter how small on their symptoms. It’s interesting to read able-bodied, ignorant people writing about this.

The programme touched on the point that some of the subjects were turning down expensive treatments that were lacking in foundation or evidence. Again, failing to tell people the actual cost and not pointing out – how would these people afford them? So, as so perfectly put by @gnomesChainey on Twitter: “Able-bodied people: They’re turning down expensive treatments! Don’t they want to get well? Also able-bodied people: Why would they pay so much money for unproven treatments? It’e like they don’t care about science at all!”

The emphasis was about the mental side of the illnesses. Why aren’t these people on anti depressants? Well, most of them were. That doesn’t make them crazy. That doesn’t ,mean the illness is in their heads. It means that the illness has affected them so badly that it’s impacting on their mental health too. If you were trapped in your body or your bedroom, if you were being told by medical professionals there’s nothing more that can be done for you, you too would probably suffer and need some help and anti depressants are an option.

There was a line in the series that hit me like a truck: “You can be deluded that you are sick. You can believe that you’re sick when in fact you’re not sick.”

And then, people who know nothing about chronic illness, have started being keyboard warriors and accusing the carers of these people of being enablers. They’ve watched the programme and seen parents, husbands, wives and friends caring for these people and decided that they aren’t caring for these people, they are enabling them. Not helping them get better, enabling them to continue to think they’re ill when they’re not.

Wow.

Now, I know first hand what this is like. Early on in my illness I had someone feel like they had the authority to email my mum and tell her that both she and my dad were not giving me the help I needed. That they needed to give me a kick up the backside and encourage me to get on with things. They weren’t helping me get better. If I hadn’t experienced this, I wouldn’t have believed it. How do people have the audacity to pass judgement? To have the guts to tell people what they are and aren’t doing the right by their child!

People forget that when you live with a ling term illness, we get good at lying. We get good at covering our pain. My pain threshold is pretty high now, I can mask the constant pain and I can act like I’ve got energy when it feels like I’m wading through treacle. My parents are not enablers. Believe me, if you knew my parents you’d know that they would be the first people to “give me a kick up the backside” if they thought I was being lazy.

My parents are quite the opposite. They enable me. Without them, I wouldn’t be where I am now. They support  and push me in the kindest, gentlest ways. They get me to appointments, they see me when I’m struggling and need help, they lend me an arm to hold onto when walking hurts, they give me their shoulder when I need to cry.

I would also like to point out that the majority of chronic illness sufferers that I know, including myself, are our own enablers. We do not want to be ill. We do not want to be relying on others financially, emotionally and physically. We don’t want to be on benefits and out of work. We don’t want to avoid social events, holidays, alcohol, sunshine, work etc etc etc. We are so tuned into our bodies that we notice the slightest change be that an improvements or new ailment.

At times, my parents will tell me to stop. That doesn’t make them enablers. They live with me, they see me at my best, my worst and my ugliest. So they know that I try, every single day to achieve things. But also can see me wilting when I’ve done too much and know what the fall out could be, so, to stop that happening, they will sat, do you think you’ve done enough for today? Maybe you should go and have a lay down? Why don’t you sit down and do a bit more later? This is not enabling behaviour, it’s love and support at the highest degree.

My parents at retirement age had not planned for their 30 something daughter to be living back at home, to be caring for her, supporting her financially. That was not in their plan. So therefore, I highly doubt they would enable to me continue to be like this forever…think about it, it’s just the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. No one would want to live my life or live the life my parents have at the moment. And I’m not saying they would change it because they wouldn’t have it any other way than being there for me in my time of need, but we only manage to deal with it because we live in hope that one day we can go back onto the right paths and live are normal lives again.

I guess what I’m trying to get across here is linked to a lesson I always do on the first day of the school year with my children in class. I get them to squirt out a whole tube of toothpaste and then try to get every last morsel back in using a toothpick. Obviously it can’t be done but they have great fun trying. And then I tell them, the toothpaste is the words we speak. Once those words come out of our mouths it’s impossible to take them back. They can cause unknown hurt and damage to people.

Afflicted is out there now. People living with chronic illness, especially the people featured, have had untold damage done to them. They are experiencing trolling and cruel words from people who have zero clue. One participant tweeted: “ We hoped that with it might come investment in research to find biomarkers and better treatments. We never fathomed that we were participating in a project that would instead expose us and our communities to further ridicule and disbelief.”

It’s also given people who have no understanding, a programme to watch for entertainment and laugh and jibe and make fun of people who actually need love and understanding.

The wonderful Jennifer Brea who spent five years making the film Unrest about her life living with M.E. has been fighting our corner on Twitter since Afflicted came out. She is a hero in my eyes. In response to a tweet someone put out about enabling people with chronic illness, Jennifer replied: “ Many people with severe chronic illness, if not “enabled/supported” by loved ones, would simply become homeless or commit suicide.”

And I’ll leave it there. She says it all in that one tweet.

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