One thing that my Invisible/Chronic Illness has allowed me to see, is the world in a new perspective. My life is no longer about the petty problems I faced years ago, and the superficial crap. In spite of all of the symptoms and pain I must face each day, my time and energy is now purely spent on keeping my stress levels at a bare minimum, managing my symptoms and surrounding myself with supportive and understanding people.
Chronic/Invisible Illness is a funny subject. Once you announce that you are suffering, (or they hear along the grapevine) you are suddenly bombarded by people contacting you.
I refer to them as the Prodders, as they literally begin mentally/emotionally prodding you; questioning, encouraging, pushing, reminding, assisting, annoying, hating, etc.
I have put them into a relationship wheel will that comprises of four categories:
Permanent Prodder:
The friends who never really left to begin with.
They:
– contact you frequently
– try to understand your symptoms
– send positive encouragement
– convince you to keep fighting
– are loyal regardless of the situation
– offer to assist in any way possible
– pay you visits voluntarily
– preoccupy you when they know you need it
– don’t pass judgement
(They are the Keepers, and I can safely say that I only have four of them in my life)
Reappearing Prodder:
The ones who you haven’t spoken to in five years, and send you a message to let you know that they are suddenly thinking of you and are there for you. They are usually 85% of your Facebook friends. Look, I appreciate hearing from anyone, but with some people in this category, I often wonder if they really care? Or if it is just an act of kindness out of guilt. They contact you in case the illness gets the better of you, and they simply need to clear their conscience of all that happened in the past. If it is someone you had a falling out with/drifted from, Illness makes you realise how petty it all was to begin with, and I would like to think that this would be the perfect chance to make amends.
I don’t have to feel guilty anymore because I messaged her saying, “I hope you are okay”, “So sorry to hear of your struggles”, “I’m here if you need anything”.
But are you really there for me? Or will I most likely never hear from you again?
Occasional Prodder:
The ones who contact you with a message that makes you question why you were friends with them to begin with. They are the ones you went to school with, spent every day at work with for a few years, the friends you usually had the most fun with. They are usually the ones who send you the half-hearted messages – the memes, random photos, rants about their ‘oh-so-big’ problems in life. They whinge about their fulltime job, or going out every weekend and being ‘oh-so-tired’. They have all of the time in the world to speak about themselves, but not at one point do they ask you how you have been/how you are/if they can be of any assistance. It’s too much of an effort for them. And don’t bother trying to talk about yourself, because I’ve tried that, and somehow they revert the conversation back to themselves.
Disappearing Prodder:
In my case, I’ve had a few of these. One in particular. We spoke every day at a routine time. They understood me in a way that nobody else could.
They are the ones who swore that they would be there through anything. The ones you have probably helped more times than you can count. They probably know you are sick and have been along for most of the ride, and then suddenly, you don’t hear from them anymore. It’s as though your illness has hit them all at once, and it is more pressure for them, than it is for you. They can’t find thirty seconds in their day to reach out to you, and they most certainly don’t have the patience to listen to you talk about your illness or feelings anymore. They can’t put aside any differences you may have, and simply be there anymore. They don’t know how to handle it, and disappear.
If you don’t know if your friend is alive or not; if you don’t remember the last time you heard from them; if you know they are going through a rough time, NOW is probably the time to send that message or make that call. Its not hard. I don’t need you to be here every day.
I don’t need you to feed me, dress me, take me anywhere (unless you offer). I don’t want to have an entire conversation based on my feelings and symptoms. All I’m asking for here is a little consideration and support.
If you can’t be there for me at my worst point, and if you don’t think I’m worth staying in contact with simply because I am ill, then why should I want anything to do with you?
Whether I’m ill or not?
Because, I have a very big heart.
I struggle to find a balance between forgiving people and realising how much they have hurt me by choosing to leave. I find myself “settling” and allowing these people to crawl back into my life – instead of telling them that what they have done is NOT okay.
You should be there for someone if they are strapped into a rollercoaster like this one!
I truly hope that something awful like this illness doesn’t creep up and surprise you one day, because you will unfortunately be faced with the same problems as I am. Unlike you, I am the type of person who will probably still offer you support and guidance. Shame on me, hey?
This illness is 90% a burden, and 10% a blessing, because it has taught me to grow up, to see how small the problems I used to face really were, and to realise who my true supporters are.
To quote the finest Miss Monroe:
I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. But, if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
You hit the nail on the head on this hunny totally agree with you 100 per cent, leeches drain the blood out of you,, take care be safe , xx
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Thank you XX
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This post really got to me. Feels like I could have written it. I’ve recently been dealing with an Occasional who turned into a Disappearer. Good riddance. But I’m afraid I might end up “settling” like you explain here (hopefully not). Some people truly don’t know how to react to a friend in serious need, while others are real douchebags. At least I have two Keepers still.
And I couldn’t agree with you more on the 10% blessing part. It’s best to focus on that 10% than on the shitty 90%. Take care 😉
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Thank you my dear. It is a shame. We are struggling and all we want is support… I love your posts by the way. I am a big fan Xx
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I wish there was a “love” button for this post. Well done! I can really really relate to it.
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Thank you so much
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thankyou for your thoughts on this, and cleverly put, i never knew where id put some people, but i have definately had a run in with people from each category. I luckily have a select few that are very understanding, and those that just feel the need to say so something, i spose to make themselves feel better. I have realised also though that some people were not worth talking to anymore, as they made me feel worse. And actually made my life worse. So it was better to cut the ties. Some people still dont know i have depression, but i am working on it, in time 🙂 as it is something i truly believe shouldnt be hidden anymore, it shouldnt be seen as such a negative thing, and seen as something that people should help and understand.
‘Blabber blabber’ anyway, thankyou for your blog, i have only just come to the blogging community and so far i have enjoyed reading what youve wrote 🙂
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Not blabber blabber!
Welcome to our little community! I hope you enjoy reading and cannot wait to hear your story xx
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😦 Totally agree with you. It’s amazing how much people all of a sudden want to be in your life when something terrible happens to you…and most of them are not there for the right reasons.
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I could not have put it better.
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Thank you x
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Hi Cass. Your categorization of people who we deal with daily I agree with. I know that my “friends from the past” as I’ll call them who were true friends to me and I to them eye traumatized almost as much as I was when life went *kaboom*. One that I know for certain could never think of a thing to say. It wasn’t that he didn’t care anymore, but our life activities were centered around a very active life style. Because of this one person I am careful in my mind to not judge too harshly. I hope that I make sense.
Leo
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I’ve supported my wife through 20 years of this, but I will never say I understand because only she knew. All I could do was be there for her and always will be.
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I haven’t commented yet, but just wanted to stop in and say that I love your posts. You are a great writer, and I am glad I have found you and followed you on here.
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This is so sweet. Thank you. I did receive an email that I think is from you, but it was all html codes and my computer couldn’t read it. Can you please send it again?!
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