Personal Narrative: I Told You I Was Sick

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“I Told You I Was Sick” For some people living with a chronic illness, being treated as a 'hypochondriac' is a traumatic, one-time event. It's that one unforgettable moment in a sick person's life when their doctor clears his throat in a certain way, throws a suspicious glance over his shoulder, or suggests that 'talking to someone' might help. Or, it's that not-so-subtle moment when the doctor rolls her eyes, sighs exasperatedly, and shouts, “Enough already! There's nothing wrong with you!” Suddenly, it hits you with gut-sinking clarity that the doctor you've put your faith in to heal you doesn't even believe you're sick. It's then that you're left wondering just how long you've been being humored. I think that's what gets to you the …show more content…

You see, I was born sick. From birth, I struggled with chronic digestive problems, a completely blocked nose that forced me to breathe through my mouth at all times, brain fog, behavioral problems, learning difficulties, and frequent infections. This was the 1980s when being chronically ill wasn't nearly as common as it is today. In a classroom full of healthy, energetic kids who were eager to learn, participate, and socialize, there I was, eyes glazed over, mouth agape, jumping at the slightest noise or touch, and constantly doubled over in stomach pain. The many health specialists I was taken to were sympathetic—at first. But when test after test came back “normal” or negative, the unanimous conclusion was that I was a manipulative child making it all up for …show more content…

It turns out I'm horribly intolerant to gluten. I also had a bunch of other food and environment allergies, as well as an autoimmune blood disorder called ITP. Even after I was able to tell people, “I told you I was sick”, the battle was far from over. As a matter of fact, it was just beginning. Because it was a naturopathic doctor and not a medical doctor who diagnosed me with gluten intolerance, it probably wasn't true. It was then that I realized just how much power those pediatric doctors actually had. It didn't matter that I had been diagnosed or even that I had blood work to prove my ITP. The image of me as a manipulative, attention-seeking liar was branded so firmly into the brains of those around me, that they couldn't let it go even after the evidence was right in front of them. It wasn't until 2014 when I became extremely ill and ended up in the hospital that I received the rest of the diagnoses I had been so desperately seeking. Now that everything is on paper and confirmed by multiple medical sources, I am treated like an entirely different human

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