I don’t have chronic pain but this artwork is so nice to look at *^*
Just because we’re not writhing on the floor doesn’t mean we’re not hurting. We’ve just gotten really good at hiding it and functioning with it, otherwise we’d literally starve in our beds.
This, though. -C
Bolded for emphasis, because yes. That. So much. We look outwardly “ok” because we don’t have a choice. Do you know what it would be like if we emoted/verbalized our pain levels whenever we were in pain? Trust me, you don’t want to know. We would never say any words or noises other than, “Ow” and “please help me”.
There’s a reason why suicide rates are unbelievably high in chronic pain patients, and it’s not because we’re faking or “got over it” or it doesn’t truly bother us. Sometimes the hiding gets to be too much, and once we verbalize that people become bored of us, or label us whiners and babies. Doctors refuse to adjust or change meds for all manner of reasons (too young, too old, too many kids, too much/not enough job, too good at hiding, not good enough at hiding, etc), hospitals treat us like addicts, and everyone else tells us yoga and celery will fix all our problems and if we try to explain how fucked up that is we’re accused of “liking” taking so many meds or making it up for attention.
Because living like this is just so freaking awesome.
"If you were REALLY in that much pain you’d go to the doctor right now." "If this were a real physical health problem it would be fixed by now so it’s surely psychological." "You just want attention." "You’re just trying to get out of doing physical labor." "You’re so young, you think you hurt now, try being my age." "Your pain is stemming from depression, so let’s put you on anti-depressants and completely fuck up your system by not checking on you for months but keep prescribing you this medication that sends you in a downward spiral so that even though the pain is still there always you don’t care anymore because you actually ARE depressed now, and how about when you come off it, other mental problems once dormant in your system from your gene pool can come out and mess you up for the rest of your life, and guess what, you’re still in pain." "Hey! You haven’t talked about that pain in a while, so glad you’re all better!"
I have to apologize. I was born with the disfigurement where my head is made of the same material as the sun. It makes it impossible for you to look directly at me. It has always been this way.
The Thief, Upstream Color