I've had to face it. I have a chronic illness with no cure and poor prognosis as far as alleviating symptoms for the course of my life. Most likely this illness will follow me to my grave; It is a disabling one.... If that isn't hard enough, nobody, and I mean nobody OFFLINE, understands this. I get screamed at to get a job because disability has denied me three times (I am going for court hearing soon to appeal...I hope I win) due to the fact that I have not been formally diagnosed though doctors have all come to some sort of agreement that they're pretty sure I have said chronic disease -- and this disease is a little rare, rare enough to not make it to disability list.......
You would think people would TRY to understand what hell you have to go through on day to day basis. My parents I know are out of the question -- I was physical and mental abused by them from birth up, practically. Doctors tell me to "just deal with it". Nobody seems to even want to understand. I am pressured to try to drive, hold a job, go out of the house, when my physical disability limits me to practically housebound living. My quality of life went to 0 on the day I was struck with this...that was 2 1/2 years ago. I am only 25 and my years are slipping by and though I am trying to enjoy it the best I can at a pace comfortable with my illness, others are hellbent on making me miserable.
I've tried sitting down and talking. I've tried writing a letter. I've even had my sick spells right in front of them as they sat and basically laugh it off. How can I make people understand this and accept this is how I am and that i need to take it at my own pace? The stress they give me is making it worse...
You would think people would TRY to understand what hell you have to go through on day to day basis. My parents I know are out of the question -- I was physical and mental abused by them from birth up, practically. Doctors tell me to "just deal with it". Nobody seems to even want to understand. I am pressured to try to drive, hold a job, go out of the house, when my physical disability limits me to practically housebound living. My quality of life went to 0 on the day I was struck with this...that was 2 1/2 years ago. I am only 25 and my years are slipping by and though I am trying to enjoy it the best I can at a pace comfortable with my illness, others are hellbent on making me miserable.
I've tried sitting down and talking. I've tried writing a letter. I've even had my sick spells right in front of them as they sat and basically laugh it off. How can I make people understand this and accept this is how I am and that i need to take it at my own pace? The stress they give me is making it worse...