Figments of the Imagination
Jenni over at ChronicBabe had a plan for her month-long sabbatical: ask for guest posters. My contribution appears today and is cross-posted here. Thanks for including me, Jenni!
Someone I know has just – finally – received a diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis. When she told me what happened in the appointment, she mentioned her relief that she hadn’t lost her mind or made it all up. This despite having spent months experiencing obvious physical symptoms that something was Very Wrong indeed. I’m pretty sure most of you are nodding in recognition, having been in that place of thinking you’d lost your mind.
That’s when I started wondering why it is that we doubt ourselves so much. And I think I’ve found a few reasons,
Denial Ain’t Just a River in Egypt
At some point after you’ve received a diagnosis, denial leaves the building and is quickly followed by the other four stages of grief: anger, depression, bargaining and acceptance. Acceptance is easier when accompanied by chocolate. A lot of chocolate.
My Body Has Been Taken Over by an Alien
We get used to our bodies feeling a certain way. When they don’t and there’s no logical explanation such as the flu or food poisoning, you start questioning reality. Are you really feeling what you’re feeling? Is it an alien or have you lost your mind?
Dr. Know-It-All Doesn’t Know It All
At the end of the day, trust your instincts. If you gut tells you that there’s something wrong, believe it. Don’t ignore your symptoms, but do ignore doctors who pat you on the head and tell you there’s nothing wrong. Find another doctor and another one after that, if necessary. It is your body and you understand better than anyone the messages it sends out. Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s all in your head.
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