Dissecting words

“Billie… smile!”

“Billie, this is a business company, not the beach!”

“Oh Bee, you’re such a bad dancer!”

“It must be great being on sick leave so much; it’s like being on a long holiday!”

“Look at her, Monday morning and still drunk!”

These words might just be background noise to some, but to a person with a neurological illness those very words can cut like tiny slithers of glass.

It’s true that past experiences build future thoughts and therefore further patterns and life experiences. Some of those can have a deep impact, and I guess it’s fair to say I have been cut by glass-like words more than an elephant can say “Mind scratching my back a bit?”

Obviously it is up to me the kind of value I attach to those words. After all we’re all the creator of our own reality and I am still the CEO of what goes on in my Brain (capital B because it often feels left out these days). After being bullied in primary school however, those questions did rather hurt.

Over time however, I took ownership of not only my illness but of changed relationships with colleagues, friends and family because of that illness, and of how I allow myself to feel when others just say words they – more than likely – never really dissected before saying them.

I therefore cannot blame those who say things that hurt when they don’t know about MS. Understanding such situations has taught me how to react if I were to hear them again. While I can write books about people’s reactions to others living with a chronic illness, especially those who do know about MS, there’s no point in rehashing old, revolting idiocy.

Just for the fun of it however, for those interested to know, here are the reasons why the five questions were asked at the top of the blog post.

“Billie… smile!”
Brutal pain in face because of trigeminal neuralgia… smiling therefore painful in a majestic way.

“Billie, this is a business company, not the beach!”
Sitting in front of PC at work with sunglasses on because of facial and eye pain. Same as above… Argh!!!

“Oh Bee you’re such a bad dancer!”
My balance has gone totally out of whack the last ten years or so, and it therefore makes me fail to stick to the rhythm of the music… Pppfffttt…

“It must be great being sick so much, it’s like a long holiday!”
Oh yeah, I just ab-so-lu-te-ly love feeling like I’ve been railroaded by a heavy hauler on ice skates while being cooked inside out while my brain is in a fog and my eyes and face are being pulled left, right and centre on a daily basis… Holiday my bleep!

“Look at her, Monday morning and still drunk!”
I nearly fell between the train and the platform one day, even with standing behind the yellow line, because of loss of balance when the train whooshed by… even a teetotaller like me can look drunk without actually being so.

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6 Comments

  1. Roy McCarthy says:

    I’d say that most people just don’t know Billie – they’re not deliberately trying to hurt you. However a bit of awareness – such as you are trying to create – would go a long way to understanding those with health issues.

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    • Billie says:

      Absolutely Roy and therefore my belief that I cannot blame people for not knowing (also changed the wording of the post a bit reflecting that). At the end of the end, bringing awareness is something that bring answers to a lot of people, and that’s what advocating is all about.

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    • Billie says:

      There is no end to idiocy, isn’t there? Or how about me wanting to apply for a parking permit for a friend’s car to be nearer the entrance of my local shopping centre when we go there together (less tiresome for me so), but that person not wanting to. More than likely because the person thought I wasn’t “disabled” enough to take up that car parking space when I have to crawl forward at snail’s speed of fatigue. Cute huh? :D

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