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“Knowing it’s real means you gotta make a decision. One, keep denying it. Or two… do something about it.”
Seriously, though. What is “proof of an illness”? Pictures of medical IDs revealing tons of personal information? Pictures of hospital bands revealing more personal information? Pictures of being in a wheelchair hooked up to oxygen and an IV? ‘Cause, of course, anyone with any type of illness looks exactly like that!
I’m not as bothered by being called a faker as I am by someone trying to compare me to other spoonies, disabled people, or “normies”. They are not me, I am not them. I’ve blocked the IP of the anon who said it, but it has still been bugging me because how the f*** do you show proof of an illness?!
I’m sorry, I didn’t realize every single spoonie was supposed to have all of their medical records online for everyone to see that their illnesses are legit. I didn’t realize that all of us were supposed to deal with our illnesses in the same ways. I didn’t realize that my illnesses were less valid because I vent on my blog about them when other spoonies post hospital glam pictures. I didn’t realize that, to have illnesses, I had to constantly show that I had them.
People really don’t get what an invisible illness is, do they?
See here’s the thing. It seems that once you have an illness or disability your body seems to become public property. And it sucks. I’m not talking about doctors or people who are closest to you or provide you care. I’m talking about the person you’ve just met offering a “cure”, or strangers asking what happened since you’re using a mobility aid, or even just the “what’s wrong with you?” stares when you use a walking stick, or snide comments when you take the elevator one floor.
Paris by night, 1933. Bois de Boulogne, pavillon d’Armenonville.
Strange how we decorate pain.
Margaret Atwood
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.
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Olivia de Havilland in a costume test for Gone With The Wind (1939)
People distract me.
Richard and Hamlet are so done…
Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni on the set of Ierri, oggi, domani
Audrey Hepburn on the set of Paris - when it sizzles
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Oscar Wilde (via purplebuddhaproject)
[drawing of a ghost on a blue background saying “You do amazing work and I know you will continue to succeed.” in a blue speech bubble.]
I think it’s important for spoonies to remember that flares aren’t our fault. We can pace ourselves perfectly, take all our meds, eat all the right foods and still end up in a flare. I’m trying to remind myself not to feel guilty when I flare, and I think it’s a reminder other spoonies can do with too.
And furthermore, even if you didn’t pace, didn’t take all your meds or you ate a trigger food - it’s OK. It’s your chronic illness causing the flare/reaction. It’s still not your fault you’re sick.
I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best. But you know what? I am good.
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Model wearing a gown by Christian Dior in a 1949 photo by Willy Maywald for ELLE magazine