Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Invisible Illness

I've been up since 5:30 this morning foaming at the mouth thinking about all of the people in this world suffering with an invisible illness who are ignored.

Why is it that family and friends will band together and gather around a hospital bed for someone with cancer? I'm not saying that cancer isn't important.

What I am saying is people are cowards when it comes to invisible illness.

For someone with cancer, you bring them cute hats to cover their hairless heads and maybe some chicken soup. You sit there looking on with pity and angst in your soul. You comfort that person. You make them feel special because they are special.

Guess what? I'm sick too motherfucker. Just because I'm not losing my hair or puking or being rushed to the hospital with pneumonia doesn't mean that what I'm going through should mean any less to you.

Oh you poor thing...you didn't know what you could do to help? You didn't know what to say?

How about...Hello!

How about...I'm thinking about you!

How about...Do you want to order a pizza and watch a movie?

That last one is my fucking favorite. You wouldn't even have to speak to me. Just sit with me for two hours and eat a slice. But we didn't do that because you didn't know what to say.

There's a lot of people out there who think they mean well. They think they're doing enough by giving you space. They think not saying anything at all is better than saying something awkward.

You know what?

You're thinking too hard.

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