I was diagnosed with IC in March 2015, so almost 2 years ago. And I always thought it would just be easier to not tell people. The less people that knew the better. If people knew, it would just make things more complicated. It would create more questions. People might question me. They might question if I am actually in pain or if I actually have this disease/condition/illness/whatever. There’s the dreaded, “But you don’t look sick”. That every chronically ill person loathes.
And what if they looked at me differently after I told them? What if it makes me appear weak? Or like I can’t handle the stress of whatever comes my way?
I didn’t want to have to explain it. Maybe I was embarrassed too. Who wants to talk about their bladder and lady parts or [insert body part here] with their family? Or friends? or strangers? or whoever? It’s personal. It’s uncomfortable.
But guess what? That’s my life. My life revolves around my bladder now. I have slowly started coming out and telling more people. It started last year… one year ago during Chanukah when I was kind of forced into telling my Aunt Ro. And I am so glad I did. It is one of the best things that has happened to me since I was diagnosed. And one day I hope she reads this and knows that I feel so fortunate having her support me through this. She works at a urologist’s office, so she knows what goes on with people who have IC. When she found out I have IC she started checking in on me. Which might seem like nothing to some people, but to someone with a chronic illness… it means a lot.
People who have chronic illness often feel isolated and alone. I am no different. I have a wonderful support system. My amazing boyfriend, Aaron, who is there for me every day. My friends Becca, Shelby, Christine, and Nai. And, of course, my mom. And a few other people. I am so lucky to be supported and loved. But I still feel alone in my pain. Because as much as these people love and support me, they can’t feel my pain and they can’t understand what I am going through. I joined a support group online early on. And I have become very active in the group recently. There is comfort in knowing that I am not alone.
But back to my point. Over the last year, I have started telling more people. I told 2 out of 3 of my teachers this past semester. And I will tell all my teachers this upcoming semester. I’ve told a couple of my cousins about it. And last night at my family Chanukah party I told my Great Aunt and my Uncle. It feels like a huge weight is being lifted off of me every time I tell someone. Yea…it’s uncomfortable. But that’s my life. That is life. Why should I struggle through this alone when I have people who care about me who are willing to help me carry the load?
And like many chronically ill people, I do worry that they will get tired of me and start thinking of me as a burden. That is a frequent worry of mine. But I have to trust that these people love and support me and will always do so.
Coming out to friends and family as chronically ill is never easy. I waited until I was ready to tell people and that’s okay. If I never told anyone…that would be okay too. But feeling less burdened because other people know what I am going through and can help me through it… that’s a good feeling too.