At what stage do you give up caring about whether people in your life believe in your illness?
Honestly, it is so tiring having to put up with people - on a daily fucking basis - patronising you and invalidating you. Every day, without fail.
I get it that they cannot “see” my illnesses like you can see some other illnesses. Only I can feel it and know how fucking shitty it is, but I am beyond done with being patronised and belittled when I am sincerely fucking trying, and struggling, and exhausted as all hell.
It is like living on barely any charge, and why should I have to keep adjusting my life to accomodate for ableist people (many of whom are family)? Why? Why should I burn myself out and then suffer for days and weeks with aches and pains and then the depression that worsens with all that. I have to rest after the simplest tasks, and even typing, my arms throb and ache, but they just think it’s “in my head”? You know what, get fucked.
I am bloody sick of it. I’ve accepted how things are and have been doing the best I can to try and heal as much as I can. We just shouldn’t have to be fighting this battle, too, of making others “believe” us (fuck them if they don’t. Honestly, fuck them. There is absolutely nothing to be gained from this and only a person of privilege would think being sick is “fun” or something you would fake. They have no idea, and no compassion, for the immense struggles and challenges that comes with having an invisible illness).
Anyway, I need to remove these sorts of toxic people from my life. I have enough going on without that added hurdle of being told to “prove it” all the damn time.
Just take a fucking hike and do some research if you don’t “believe” in the reality of chronic illness.