Fighting To Be Believed

One of the hardest things a person can go through, is having to fight to be believed by the medical community for whatever it is you suffer. It’s absolutely shocking how many stories I’ve read where Doctors or nurses yell at their patients, telling them to get up when they can’t walk, or flat out disbelieve the plea being made. It’s even worse when you have family or friends who do the same. I can not, for the life of me, figure out why anyone would ever fake an illness. Who WANTS to be sick? Who WANTS to give up their lives and lay there staring at the walls and be completely unproductive? I sure an hell don’t. In fact, it’s one of my biggest frustrations. I WANT to….. do so many things…. but my body betrays me.

The family and medical communities betrayal is absolutely the worst thing to experience during a time when your plate is full enough with all the disabilities your body is going through. There is absolutely NO justification for it. None at all. Zilch. It is NOT ok. Having invisible illnesses suck on the highest level since we look so normal but we’re far from it. Should I cut my arms in neat little slices to give a visible sign as to the pain I suffer? Learning to let go of it is easier said than done.  And with doctors working FOR US, they really aught to remember that and start taking us seriously. I’m glad I have some doctors that do, but they still think along the lines of ‘we’re all horses’ even though a Zebra stands before them.

I think that’s why some of us jump with glee when we finally have physical proof, such as genetic testing, or some other kind of sign that SHOWS we truly are ill. It also makes some of us want to go back and hit them all upside the head with the paperwork. I know I want to, to smack them in the face with what they failed to consider, or believe, or treat. With many more of us having those rare or uncommon illnesses and diseases, we need to retrain our medical community to start looking into them.  We also need an overhaul of the medical community from the top down. They’re failing their patients.

We should also have more attention brought to the public about how invisible illnesses work and affect us. Awareness of how normal we can look but how badly we can suffer. Maybe then, family will start opening their eyes to the truth and stop looking down their noses and gossiping about how ‘well we look’ and how we must be faking or looking for some kind of attention. It’s simply insulting.

And while I’m at it, please don’t cry to me about your fatigue or your painful hangnail. Most don’t know what true fatigue or chronic pain feels like. And yes, chronic pain patients handle pain differently. Our bodies become use to high levels of pain and learn to function as best as we can. So if we tell you our pain is an 8 while using our phones to read or get on Facebook, yup, we can do that and still be telling the truth. We handle our pain with grace as we suffer it daily and learn our own accommodations to survive.  Some days we might simply be done with it all and just lay there, resting our bodies and recuperating. No, that doesn’t mean we’re lazy. Far from it. Our batteries are drained and we’re recharging them.

 

Mental Illness is not real… My theory

I’m not saying mental illness does not exist, but that it is a physiological process leading to symptoms that involve our mental health. We are new to the study of genes and what our genes tell us. How we express them, what is important, pathogenic, or completely benign. It’s an ever evolving process. But we don’t know them all, not even close.

Looking through my own DNA, there are multiple alleles of concern that can lead to a host of issues by one tiny tiny change in how my body processes exposures or makes a piece of me. That can then lead to differences in my make up that cause other genes to express that might not have otherwise. All of those little changes can lead to differences in my brain, both organic and inorganic. Both environmental and genetic.

For instance, say I have a mutation in the process that alters how I degrade nitrogen and instead causing me to overload on ammonia. The excess ammonia then alters my brain chemistry leading to symptoms that look like a mental health condition, anxiety, mood disorders, ect. In reality, rather than treat someone with an SSRI which adds more chemicals to the body and alters our chemistry, we fix the root of the problem. Maybe one day, Science will catch up and we’ll understand how all our genes work and be able to quickly scan through our data, find where our process has gone haywire, and then correct the problem, allowing us to function normally, once again. Make sense?

It’s sad, the stigma behind mental illness. It is so misunderstood. But remember when MS (Multiple Sclerosis) was hysteria? When Epilepsy was demon possession or psychosis? So many diseases blamed on mental health until one day, the Science caught up to it and a disease was discovered.  I absolutely believe, that one day, we’ll figure out anxiety, mood disorders, bipolar, ect. One day, we’ll discover the root problem as we begin to fix the overloads or underproduction of our own faulty system and discover ‘the mental health’ aspect was fixed in the process. One day, they’ll realize, it’s not all in our heads. It’s in our DNA.

Just my thoughts….

Racism Sucks

I am white

so I have no voice

You are black

you have a choice

 

My views aren’t appreciated

They are not heard

When speaking to the masses

Of ‘blacks’ there’s no word

 

There are three camps

Whites blacks and ‘doesn’t care’

I chose the middle

I am aware

 

I see things different

Why can’t you see

It’s not about color

But of you and me

 

Your person your being

Who you are inside

Don’t listen to whites

Or the blacks that hide

 

They have an agenda

A deep seeded hate

Their blinded by anger

Will it ever abate?

 

The middle is growing

We’re tired of the fight

Between people of color

And those they call white

 

Judge others on merit

On their actions and heart

Not on lies or the pasts

We all deserve a new start

 

Hate is learned

It is not innate

Teach your children to love

Break free of the hate

 

Rise up together

Hold your neighbors hand

Say no to race

And take a stand

 

DM 11/26/14

 

 

That One Mistake

This was written back in 2003 before the medications they have available to help those who need it.  Written for a friend.

Life’s one big party
> There’s nothing that can’t be arranged
> Except for the fatal error made that night
> Your life’s now forever changed

> You wonder what I’m speaking of
> It certainly can’t happen to you
> For sex is a freedom of expression
> There’s nothing you can’t do
> But one mistake, one careless night
> can bring death to your door
> You’ve certainly denied the thought
> Your judgment has backed you before
> You never can tell, big or strong,
> healthy or sickly too
> That the person you lay down with
> Can change the life you knew
> One day you wake up, something’s changed
> You don’t feel quite the same
> You wonder what has happened
> in this life, you call a game
> So then you see a doctor
> and sit and wait for word
> And the call comes in;
> one, you wish you never heard
> So you sit and absorb the emotions
> that grasp a hold of your life
> Thoughts that you’ll never marry
> neither a husband nor a wife
> You’ll never retire or raise your kids
> A child that will never grow
> Your life’s come crashing down
> You received a devastating blow
> You wonder where you got it
> wonder who to blame
> But now blaming is unimportant
> Life’s not looked at the same
> You wonder where life will take you
> however short it may be
> All because of one mistake
> Now you suffer from HIV.
>
>
DM Oct. 2003

 

A National Disaster children lost

The pain is so unbearable

My heart shredded in my chest

To know that children died today

And must now be put to rest

 

You can never fully imagine

Those words you never want to hear

You’ll never hold your child again

It’s happened; your worst fear

 

Their innocence is shattered

The victims that remain

This pain has touched all of us

The tears like a torrential rain

 

The children’s light

Snuffed out to soon

The laughter fading

The outlook’s gloom

 

The gaping hole

The ache so deep

The senseless act

The nation’s weep

 

The answers unknown

The questions remain

To stop senseless tragedy

Making evil refrain

 

DM 1/28/13