I'm jealous of all of these people that write posts about going to see their doctor/dermatologist regularly who do try to help them out.
It took me months to build up the courage to go to the hospital to find out what this was, it was humiliating. But I was diagnosed finally! What a relief! I know what this thing is! Oh, it's a never ending illness? Great. No actually it's OK I will deal with it. I work (at the time) in a health shop, I can try out all sorts of things, I WILL BE OK.
Oh, nothing does work at all does it? Jeez this is awful. Search for months on Tumblr and all over the internet to find more things I can try.
By searching, I found that a doctor/dermatologist is best! If you find the right one that actually cares of course. So again, I built up the courage to go and humiliate myself again, in front of the fourth maybe fifth person that is going to have to sit and stare where I don't want them to...
Of course, conveniently, my sores weren't as harsh at this point when I finally got an appt at the doctor... so anyway I kindly asked my doctor if I could get a transfer note to a dermatologist, because this is so painful and embarrassing and I feel DISGUSTING.
Oh wait, no MY HS ISN'T BAD ENOUGH. My pain and humiliation isn't so bad, I just need to DEAL WITH IT. This professional woman who has no idea about the condition (apart from the basics) and no idea how this affects a human being, and refused me any help.
And now a year later, I'm still afraid to go to a new doctor to see if they will help. Because it is humiliating.
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