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I remember being sick.
I remember telling my family.
I remember being told in return "Shall we cut the offending sick bit off at the neck?"
Apparently they began this pattern due to my sister being a hypochondriac. They continued it with me, not taking into account my fundamental truthfulness and determination not to bother anyone unless it was something I couldn't fix on my own.
I also remember feeling neglected and unwanted, because no one listened to me.
I remember complaining about stuff that I knew wasn't right, and being told I was imagining it, that it wasn't that bad, that I should get over it.
I feel vindicated every time I go to the doctor and ask her about stuff that I complained about (and have suffered from ever since), and she tells me that yes, there is a problem and this is how we fix it.
I hurt for so many things that I still don't have the courage to complain about. I lived with constant pain for years before going and complaining and finding I had a mitochondrial disorder (which causes anaerobic cell respiration instead of aerobic, and the by-product is lactic acid - made me feel like I'd just run a marathon 24 hours a day, for years). I try not to stay reticent about stuff now, but it's a pattern that's hard to break.
I remember telling my family.
I remember being told in return "Shall we cut the offending sick bit off at the neck?"
Apparently they began this pattern due to my sister being a hypochondriac. They continued it with me, not taking into account my fundamental truthfulness and determination not to bother anyone unless it was something I couldn't fix on my own.
I also remember feeling neglected and unwanted, because no one listened to me.
I remember complaining about stuff that I knew wasn't right, and being told I was imagining it, that it wasn't that bad, that I should get over it.
I feel vindicated every time I go to the doctor and ask her about stuff that I complained about (and have suffered from ever since), and she tells me that yes, there is a problem and this is how we fix it.
I hurt for so many things that I still don't have the courage to complain about. I lived with constant pain for years before going and complaining and finding I had a mitochondrial disorder (which causes anaerobic cell respiration instead of aerobic, and the by-product is lactic acid - made me feel like I'd just run a marathon 24 hours a day, for years). I try not to stay reticent about stuff now, but it's a pattern that's hard to break.