Dealing with my MS, Shame Part 1.

I’ve done a lot of traveling lately and have become UBER aware of what flying and exploring is like with disability. Yet I remain “in the closet” with my MS when faced with options to make travel easier, less stressful, less tolling. I had three opportunities recently to ask for help, to ask for that pre-boarding card before jetting off to Boise, Las Vegas and Phoenix, and I denied myself each time.

Contemplating why

Now that I’m home from these journeys, I’ve begun contemplating the whys. My first instinct is always an attempt to answer the simple question, “have you come to terms with your MS diagnosis, Christie?” I’d like to think the answer is a resounding “YES, of course! All of my friends, family and loved ones know I live with MS, I’ve got nothing to hide. “

So, what’s the problem?

Well, I’m not sure. But, lots of emotions come up when I’m faced with the decision to ask for help or not. As I think about it, the four questions below are typical for me when I sit in the boarding area near the gate. I’ve also made an attempt to identify the emotions that come up for me.

What’s the problem? Why don’t I ask for help?

1. If I ask for a pre-boarding pass, am I taking away the opportunity from someone else? From someone who needs it more? Emotion = Guilt.
2. If I join the others with pass in hand, will all the other passengers stare and glare? And, why do I care so much about what complete strangers think?  Emotion = feeling labeled, misunderstood.
3. Am I really having such a bad day that I need to pre-board? Emotion = Denial.
4. If I take the pre-boarding card, what if someone who doesn’t know I live with MS sees me? That someone being a work colleague. Emotion = Fear.

Or, gasp! Is this really all about shame?

Shame is a tough one, isn’t it? And, when it applies to having a chronic illness it can be difficult to overcome. I grew up in an environment where being “ill” was a sign of weakness. I saw examples of my loved ones, teachers, and others who, when they were “ill”, toughened it out, never slowing down. Did I grow up in a culture that despised the “ill”? Yeah, I think so. It was how it was growing up in the 70’s and 80’s, at least for me. When someone in our circle became “ill” the message came in a whisper, to hide the reality that someone was just diagnosed with something quite serious.

So now what?

Dealing with shame is a monster for me as it’s not limited to just my MS diagnosis. As a starting point, though, I’ve begun reading I Thought It Was Just Me (But It Isn’t) by Brene Brown. What an incredible book! I’m not even halfway through it and I’ve gotten so much out of it. First, I learned that shame doesn’t go away (UNFAIR!), just like MS, and yet that makes sense to me as I also read that it’s about how we identify and deal with the shame that makes the biggest impact.

Dr. Brown defines shame as “…the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing we are flawed and therefore unworthy of acceptance and belonging.” This certainly gives me something to noodle over, for sure. Hence, once I finish the book, I will post an update dubbed “Dealing with my MS, Shame Part 2.” Until then.

In the meanwhile, I’d love to hear from you. Does shame come up for you, in your life with MS? And, if so, how do you deal with it?

Take care,

Christie

P.S. to read more about traveling with MS, check out my contribution on MultipleSclerosis.net. My journey of pre-boarding with MS=, or not

Idaho didn’t get the disability memo

During recent travels to Boise, Idaho I noticed this “handicapped” sign when parking at a local library. "Um, Idaho? This language is considered outdated and you may want to consider using more respectful words." 

The weird thing is that their DMV website is current in their usage of respectful disability language so perhaps this sign is just an outlier, a fluke, or simply old and the library needs some new ones.

Um, Idaho? Please consider using more respectful language.

Have you seen signs like this in your neighborhood?

Best always,

Christie

Extra, Extra! Read All About It!

A few months ago, I was contacted by the Health Director of Woman’s Day and was invited to write an essay in an upcoming issue of Woman’s Day magazine. Why not? Within the month, a makeup artist and photographer came to my place. Within a few months, my story hit the newsstands! Wow. 

That's me! On page 127!

The essay is about my decision to finally get the disabled parking permit. It stems from my post this past September, When Is It Time to Get the Blue Placard?. So, in honor of MS Awareness Week, go out to the store and buy your April issue of Woman’s Day. Today! I’m on page 127.  

Be well,

Christie