The Logistics of Invisible Illness
Sorry for not posting yesterday, I had an episode of pretty severe nausea in the evening.
This post is about invisible illness.
If, say, I wasn't using my wheelchair (which I often can't) people will assume that I'm not sick, a perfectly fine teenage terrorist-looking kid going to, I don't know, Target with her mom.
They can't see my heart rate spike- my dizziness, fatigue, or faintness. However, this effects me most with doctors.
My first GP said exactly this when my mother and I asked her for a note for my wheelchair at school at the height of my fainting;
"Ha,ha,ha,ha! You don't need a wheelchair!"
Fat chance, when I was fainting four times a day. She later told me that I had a "conversion reaction" due to nonexistent "depression". Some doctors simply don't get the concept of empathy for their patients- either that, or they're just ageists.
I went to the mall today and ran over my mother's foot-which sucked for both parties. After finally getting a wheelchair backpack, I can finally carry my water bottle behind me.
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