Hello and welcome, readers of my blog.
Today I’m writing about that thing called denial. And how that thing called denial has come back into my life. With a vengence, if I may suggest. Just because I’ve learnt to control some of my symptoms and minimise them. As if the fact that the nausea, diarrhoea and bloating have lessened somehow means I’m not chronically ill at all. Because the pain isn’t as constant as last month. There’s nothing wrong.
And of course that’s ridiculous. I know it is. Its not normal to be in the amount of pain I find myself in on an all too frequent basis. It’s not normal to not be able to eat before 9:30am at the earliest without risking feeling horrifically nauseous or possible diarrhoea. It’s not normal to bloat like I do. And urinating should not be painful atall, especially not to the extent it was this morning. Neither should having a bowel movement cause pain. Even down to being as fatigued as I am, and having the irregular periods I still have, despite having menstruated for over 8 years now.
So why so I do it? Why do I find myself denying that there is something wrong with me. Maybe it has something to do with how this has been my life for over 8 years now. To me this is normal. And yes certain things may or may not have got worse in that time, but I’ve got used to pain. I’ve got used to nausea, fatigue, bloating. The works. So for me that is normal. Which leads me to feel like I am now just moaning about nothing…
Or maybe because the condition I think I most probably have is endometriosis and maybe the fact that initially symptoms only presented themselves at a certain time of the month makes me again feel this is normal. This is just womans troubles which I cannot deal with… especially considering I’ve always had friends who have had cramps and nausea.
An alternate reason because there are a lot of people with chronic illness who are a lot more ill than me, and my brain seems to focus on that, rather than all the people who may have chronic illnesses and not be as ill as me.
Or maybe it’s a combination. And my brain. Being the mess it is seems to focus on why I may not be ill than all the many reasons as to why I certainly am ill and why I certainly need to fix it.
It’s one of those things I’ve got a lot better at ignoring and recognising when I’m doing it but it’s still hard not to feel that way atall.