I’ve had significant health problems for all of my adult life. I was sick to the point of being disabled in my very early adulthood, and my college education was delayed for six years because of that. At that time, a big outing was going to the movies with my aunt. That time almost seems like a bad dream because it’s so removed from what my life is like now, but my life now also seems like a dream at times. I’ve lived in my own apartment for more than two years and it’s still surprising to me that I’m here sometimes!
My health began to improve on New Years Day 1997 (that was a phenomonally great day!), so it’s been just about 10 years now. I wasn’t “cured” on that day but we got a lot more aggressive with treating one of my medical problems, and we finally gained the control over symptoms that I needed. It’s amazing what just having stable or predictable fluctuations in symptoms can do. Eight months later, I was in school, and about four years after that, I graduated from college.
My life looks pretty normal to any outsider now. I live on my own, work full-time, and have a full life outside of work with website management, volunteer projects, and a growing social life. I am the family photographer. I went to Disney World a few years ago! I love to play the piano, dance, go to classical music concerts and plays and gymnastics meets.
And I still have health problems, and I still have to be careful to manage my energy. I never got all-the-way better. I topped out at about 85 percent of normal. Believe me, I’m not complaining! But it’s very hard sometimes to explain to healthy people that I can’t do all the things they’d expect of me or of another 33 year old. I look well, and I do all this normal stuff, so what’s up? The reason my life works as well as it does is because I’m efficient with the activities I do and because I’m fiercely protective of my down time on weekends and certain weekday evenings. I can’t do it all. The things that need to be done get done — work, laundry, grocery shopping, church, medical visits, some minimal cleaning. But that 15 percent of energy that I’m missing means that my apartment isn’t always as clean as it could be, that sometimes I have weird meals because I don’t feel up to cooking, that I turn down lots of weekend activities (which has ticked off my co-workers more than once when we’ve had big department events on Saturdays), and that I limit travel and big adventures to times when I’m not teaching. Doing more than my body can handle backfires in dramatic ways, and it’s scary sometimes how close I walk to the edge of what I’m capable of just with my weekly activities. But until I have to explain to someone why I can’t do something they want me to do, all of this is so automatic that I don’t think about it much. I certainly don’t usually mention to people all the stuff I don’t do. I just do what I can reasonably do, report happily about those activities, and say no when I have to. And, you know, I find that because of my having to practice assertive self-care, I really honor other people’s assertive self-care and am proud of them for sticking up for their well-being and protecting their energy and resources in ways that are healthy for them.