on support groups

i posted this to one of the masto lists in response to someone asking essentially, "well if i get diagnosed, that doesn't really make things better does it?"

and yeah, honestly, you don't get diagnosed with something like this and then get cured. it's not even the same as other chronic illnesses where there are tried and true treatments that work for the majority of the cohort. since we're all so different in our triggers, it's a long process of trial and error to figure out what makes us feel fine vs. what sets us off. There are no easy answers.

but then, in life, when are there?


Sometimes I think that these lists are a double edged sword. On the one hand we have this strong and vibrant community of people we can interact with who know what we're going through. They get the weird idiosyncrasies of our lives. They understand how difficult it can be to go out to a restaurant or the ick we may feel when someone walks by wearing too much perfume. The downside is that we mostly seem to post to the lists when things are going bad. I know that when I'm feeling super well, I'm not asking questions, I may not even be home using my computer, so chances of my posting, "WHOOOO 3 months and counting without shocking" are pretty low.

When I first got sick, I was so sick I ended up with gastritis and lost like, 40 lbs due to malnutrition. I could not even make it to work without flushing and sweating and/or vomiting or having diarrhea. I started throwing up blood because the lining of my stomach and esophagus were so shot. It was absolutely terrible, and my husband had to start working from home because I was too scared to be left alone because I was essentially shocking every day and in the ER at least 1x a week. to put it bluntly, it fucking sucked and i saw no decent end in sight. i never thought about offing myself or anything even remotely that dark, but i remember feeling like i was about to turn 30 and my life had completely and utterly fallen apart. i was angry and really really angry because everything i'd worked towards had just collapsed and all i had to show for it was a torso covered in hives and some epi pens.

I started on gastrocrom and within a few months things really started to turn around, especially as I added more antihistamines and the like to my regimen. Now I work on jewelry, go visit friends for overnight visits in other states, exercise, ethan's back at working at the office...life is not 100% like it was before I got sick, but I've adapted as best that I can. Up until a couple of weeks ago I hadn't shocked in months...and when I did shock it wasn't really that bad...I was able to get it under control with meds, but more importantly, I -knew- what was going on. It was annoying it was happening again, but it didn't feel like the end of the world.

So yeah. I can only speak for myself, but I know that I don't post about my good days because I want them to be unremarkable...they should be in the majority and not warrant mention, if that makes sense. Yes my life is more restricted than it was when I was younger, and yeah that's kind of lame, but it is what it is, and all I can do is learn the best adaptive behaviors possible to move forward and be as fulfilled and happy as possible.

So that is the problem with mailing lists...we see the more negative sides of the illness since we're seeking support regarding living with an illness, not just simply living...so of course people write about the less fantastic shades of life. they're still there though