Saturday, 1 November 2014

"But it's not like you have MS, is it?"...and other bizarre, unhelpful comments.

It's been an absolute age since I last posted. Or did anything remotely creative. In fact, this post isn't really related to anything creative whatsoever. But hell, it's on my mind and it's gotta go somewhere!


Those of you who know me, know that I happen to have a diagnosis of ME/CFS (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, also known as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). Those of you who know me well know that I work hard not to let it define me, despite its unpredictability and catalogue of disabling symptoms. It's probably why I don't write about it as often as I once did in a public domain. But, there are times when I get so frustrated and incensed at some of the things that myself and fellow sufferers have to experience on top of everything else (namely ignorant, misguided and downright spiteful comments) that I can't keep my gob shut. And this is one such occasion.

A Facebook friend recently reported that, on a rare occasion she was able to socialise, she was met with the comment below. This was followed by cruel accusations of laziness and faking disability. And an account of how this individual 'cares' for somebody with MS (Multiple Sclerosis) and she can't do things and that my Facebook friend can and so my friend is just a totally lazy attention seeker. Unfortunately, most of us have experienced similar. So, here are my thoughts.

"But it's not as if you have something  like MS, is it?"

Well, no, it isn't. I can tell you what it IS, though - a debilitating condition about which shit all is known. A condition about which misinformation and misunderstanding (from medics  and the public alike) is rife. And if you happen to suffer with it for more than two years, statistics would suggest you're fucked stuck with it.
In mild to moderate form, it may not kill you (unless you happen to be one of the 51% of sufferers who have considered suicide as a direct result of the symptoms ), but it will happily send your life down the shitter, taking with it any shred of dignity, self worth and hope it can grasp along the way.

And yet the question comes, from well meaning souls and repugnant assholes alike: "But it's not as if you have something like MS, is it?". That, readers, is like saying to an MS sufferer "But it's not as if you have something  like cancer, is it?". A pretty ludicrous comparison, right? So why compare ME/CFS/FM and MS in such a way? What purpose does that serve, exactly?

 I am stumped. I've racked my brain over this. And the only logical conclusions I can come to are that they are either a) trying to make us feel better that we don't have a life threatening illness (that is of course a good thing, but it's not exactly at the forefront of our minds when we are too exhausted to open our eyes and in too much pain to move and too sick/nauseous be able to digest food) or b) trying to make us feel guilty because, well, if  unlike MS it doesn't show up on a scan or in a test, then it can't really be real, can it? And if it's not real, then you just need to get over it and stop shirking because you're just a drain on society, resources and those around you.

 ME/CFS/FM sufferers are already haunted by guilt. Guilt that they cannot care for their families, guilt that they are often unable to work, guilt that those who love them must pick up the pieces. Feeling like a burden. Useless. Hopeless. Scared. Probably the very same feelings that haunt many MS sufferers. And all the while battling constant hideous pain, exhaustion and weakness. As well meaning as it may be intended, the comparison of the two illnesses is as bizarre as it is unhelpful. We don't need your unfounded opinions on top. Please, think before you speak.
 

Monday, 6 May 2013

It's one of THOSE days (or weeks, actually). I am roughly two weeks away from the final deadline of my degree. My brain is all but shut down. I am just about functioning enough to get out of bed and feed myself. M.E (or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis to those unlucky enough to be in the know) is a bastard. A cruel, unrelenting, invisible bastard. And one that is plaguing me right now.

But, I have to carry on making. Stitching, gluing, photographing, typing, editing - in the hope that it will all come together and look in some way presentable and palatable to my audience (and the exam board, of course).

The whole point of this work is that it is entirely confusing and uncomfortable and raw. No nice, dreamy landscapes in oil on canvas here, no sirree. Just grim shit that you can't shake off,  no matter how hard you try.

So, with that off my chest, it's back to work I go.

FUCK YOU, M.E and your cronies, I'm not done yet.





Image courtesy of moi.

Monday, 29 April 2013


It's been a tough few weeks, to say the least. Without boring you to death with the details, my immune system has taken itself to a whole new level of shit. It went like this; general M.E/Fibromyalgia/Thoracic Outlet Syndrome shit >>> Inner ear/balance shit >>> palpitations shit >>> tummy...yeah, you get it >>> head cold shit >>> chesty cough shit >>> and back to M.E/Fibromyalgia/Thoracic Outlet Syndrome shit once more. Two glorious months of what can only be described as absolute SHIT. 

Couple this with the fact that I am in the final few weeks of my degree, up to my (itchy, sore) eye balls in work for the exhibition and you can probably work out that I have been more than a little angsty and frustrated.

The concrete is coming along, the blanket is nearly completed. I'll get there.





Sunday, 21 April 2013

Concrete Experiment

Exploring the connotations between concrete and the effects of chronic fatigue. Dull, heavy and almost impossible to move.  These pieces are very much in the experimental stage.

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Blankets. A source of comfort and warmth. Over the knees of the elderly and infirm, around the shoulders of those in shock.  Knitted, woven, patchwork. Old and frayed. Can be used for picnics. 

The Discomfort Blanket:

Part of my latest series looking at the invisible elements of pain and sickness. Here are a few of the patches:







Images courtesy of moi! 

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Why don't you get a backbone?

"The spine is well sprung with resilient discs between the vertebrae and luckily, too. Otherwise, just one ordinary step would result in a minor concussion. The sacrum and coccyx cannot move but the 24 other vertebrae are connected by movable joints. Together they make a very elastic construction" - www.allscan.ca

Yeah. It can also hurt. A lot.Often for no apparent or obvious reason. Back pain is the second most common cause of long term sickness in the UK.




Tuesday, 26 March 2013

NERVES/VEINS/ARTERIES

Today I have mostly been playing with Photoshop, drinking tea, stretching and moaning about the cold.