Hey so this thing happened to me a few weeks ago and Im still not over it so I should probably get it out of my head. I have Fibromyalgia, and I am in my first year of college. So there's this girl I thought I was starting to be friends with sitting in front of me with her friend and Im sitting next to my boyfriend. Our class lecture starts and about 10 minutes into the hour and a half class, my back and arm turn to fire. I mean 8/10 I want to scream and do anything for it to stop pain. But Im used to it. So I shift in my seat trying to find a position that helps and settle for my legs up on the seat infront of me, head between my knees, crying silently, trying to focus on breathing and listening to the lecture. My boyfriend knows not to touch me when Im in this state so he takes extra care to write notes I can look at later. As the class goes on, the pain moves around my body in no particular order. My brain tormenting me and I hope that it ends soon as class is ending and I can't drive home like this. I've taken all the medication I can by this point. When the class ends I slowly pack up my things and slowly force my body to stand. My muscles scream in protest but I'm determined to walk out of that auditorium on my own. I start walking gingerly through the row of lecture hall seats, (you know, the theater style ones?) when in my determination, I walked right into an armrest. An arm rest bolted to the ground. My vision went black at the edges and I thought I was going to faint from the pain, and I hoped someone would catchme. However, I managed to eventually stumble/crumple against the wall. Then I did make a sound. A wimper apperently. My boyfriend wanted to take my bag, but being me I was determined to make it myself. So I took a deep breath and said I was fine and asked him to go in front of me incase I fell. While I was going through that particular personal hell, people all over the room including my new friend and her friend had watched the whole thing. I had already told this girl about my condition, and what it means for my daily life, but I guess she forgot. Because as soon as she was out of my boyfriends line of sight, she smirked at my pain and embarrassment and rolled her eyes with humour at her friend... if I had been at all capable, Im sure I would've hit her. As it was, I just limped passed them, determined to get to my car... A friend ended up driving me home that night, and I didn't go to school the next day. My leg 3 weeks later, is still slightly bruised, and I have not been able to be friends with that girl since. I dont know how to convey to people that I experience life in a different way than they do, and that if I complain about the pain, it's a 6/10 or higher. Respect is so important in any relationship no matter how big or small.
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