Whenever someone finds out I have MS, they act like I’m dying. Like it’s the worst news I’ve ever been given. Of course, I automatically want to punch said person(s) in the throat. Why?
Because I am left the rest of the day feeling self-conscious about myself. Whenever I get this sympathy, I become uncomfortable with my diagnosis.
Note to you healthy people: Don’t do this to MS folks. Don’t.
We already have our issues with our bodies every day and we don’t need your sympathy to where we are even more aware of our issues. I don’t need to feel like there’s something “tragically” wrong with me. There isn’t. Outside of this disease, I’m quite okay. Fine, actually. I’m not depressed. I’m not upset anymore that I have RRMS, I’m quite content with it. It’s the hand I got dealt.
So please, when you find out my diagnosis, don’t give me that look and give me your “worst news” voice. Smile and wish me luck or ask me about my journey. Or please, change the topic. Or keep walking.