I’m almost lucky that I do often look so poorly. Many people face the disbelief and misunderstanding because they look ‘normal.’ (What does normal even mean? It’s all relative.) You all know I’m ill because I’ve told you or you’ve heard through the grapevine, but not everyone opens up about it and they shouldn’t have to either. This post is for them. We shouldn’t have to broadcast our health issues just so you will believe us. Be a little more openminded.
It’s Invisible Illness Awareness week (9-15th September 2013.) The theme for this years Invisible Illness Awareness week is “I choose to:”
Today is one of those days when you can see I’m not feeling too clever
but on other days it might not be as easy to spot that I’m a poorly person.
Sometimes you can hear it in my voice. Sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you can see it in the way my arms collapse into lap when I’m sat down. Sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you can see it in my walk. Sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you see it in my eyes. Sometimes you can’t.
Our postman actually used to laugh at my appearance until I answered the door with my walking stick in my hand. Now he waits patiently for me to get to the door and is always polite. I don’t use Mr Walking Stick all of the time and I’m not in my wheelchair everyday.
I choose to smile, regardless.