"But You Don't Look Sick": The Challenge of Invisible Disabilities

"But You Don't Look Sick": The Challenge of Invisible Disabilities

Just because you can't see sickness, doesn't mean it isn't there.

Ever since I was little, my mom has been sick. My life has been filled with ups and downs surrounding my mom's health, and the guilt I carry because of it - she was told not to have me because I would worsen her health, but she chose to do so anyway and so began her struggle with being disabled. She has dormant lupus, fibromyalgia, arthritis, chronic migraines, and a flurry of other health issues that make it difficult for her to do daily activities. It is something that we, as a family, have always dealt with and it is normal to us, unfortunately, that my mom can't do things other moms can do. While I wished for her health, it never occurred to me that I had a very different life than other people. Small things in my life, like going with her to doctor appointments, parking in disability spaces, and having to go to the hospital weren't weird to me like it sounds weird to most other people. Most people are surprised because, on the outside, my mom doesn't look sick. Her outward appearance doesn't scream disabled, and so it is hard for people to imagine the daily difficulties she goes through. With my mom, I started my lifelong experience with invisible disabilities.

In high school, I was constantly tired. I woke up tired, no matter how many hours of sleep I got. I had to wake up at 6 AM to catch the bus, and I dreaded it. Some days I had to drag myself from my bed and others I cried from how difficult it was. I made assumptions such as not maintaining a healthy diet, stress, and not getting enough sleep. My legs would pulse when I walked upstairs, and thus I assumed I was out of shape. I thought everyone lived with the constant burden of being in pain, and I thought the pain was just being tired. I marveled at athletes who had so much energy to do after school activities when I just rushed home to lay down. I turned down opportunities which made people think I was lazy, and I wouldn't go out with friends because I didn't have the energy. I struggled to concentrate and I thought I just wasn't academic. I was constantly riddled with stomach problems that kept me home, and so I was always truant. My father would yell at me, telling me that it was in my head and I had to go to school, and so I assumed that he was right.

After four or five years of living in constant pain, my mom took me to a rheumatologist. He asked me extensive questions and did an examination in which he applied pressure to certain areas of my body, which was painful. He then told me I had fibromyalgia, and it all made sense, it all clicked. Not much is known about fibromyalgia, except that it is a chronic pain disorder that causes widespread, full body pain in your muscles, ligaments, and tendons. It causes stomach issues, insomnia, fatigue, migraines, depression, and many other symptoms of varying intensity. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, now knowing what was wrong with me. But it wouldn't be the end of my struggle with fibro: it has no cure, and no doctor is willing to give pain medication to a teenager (I was 17 when I was diagnosed) which meant I had to try over the counter medications that only targeted certain symptoms in order to help my health overall. In other words, I had to continue to deal with it, and when I lost my health insurance at 18, going to professionals was almost completely out of the question. I continue to struggle with pain, and with flare-ups, which are periods in which the pain is more intense and makes doing minor activities incredibly difficult.

I have actively chosen to not write or publicly discuss my health with anyone except a few family members and friends, and much of it comes out of fear of the stigma that surrounds invisible disabilities. From outward appearances, I don't look sick, and I still get the occasional comment about being lazy or not "trying hard enough" to be well - that fibro doesn't exist, etc. I at times tell professors in case I am absent often, but even that makes me nervous - but why? Fibromyalgia is a medical diagnosis, my medical diagnosis, but because I don't appear sick, it becomes difficult to "prove" my sickness. My mom uses a handicap placard, and this past year's placard came late. She had to reorder it and was without it for about two months, at which time she was nervous to go out. Upon realization, I understood that my mom's anxiety stemmed from the fact that she doesn't look sick, so her fear was that she would be questioned about her illness and not believed. She is legally disabled but without that blue piece of plastic, her sickness can be denied - someone can question my mom and tell her that she doesn't look sick, so she must not be sick. To her, and to our family, it is very real, but to the public, disability is defined by looking sick, and so my mom's disability and my own struggle with pain has to be proven, and is still, even then, doubted.

A recent conversation with my older sister about invisible disabilities is what made me want to write this article. My sister, who herself has been dealing with illness for the past few years, shared her own accounts with being sick. Her illness drains her of energy and makes working her job, which entails long hours and constant moving around, difficult and nearly impossible at times. She lives in the bay area, so she takes buses to and from work. One evening, in which she was especially not feeling well, she had to stand while someone else's backpack took up an available space. Because of her pain and exhaustion from working a long day, she scooted the person's backpack aside a few inches to make space so she could sit down - and was met with annoyed and surprised glares and glances. She explained to me that it was then that she realized that she doesn't look sick, she looks like a healthy 30 something-year-old woman, and so the fact that she moved someone's personal belongings to sit down made her look rude, lazy, and the like. Again, no one thought she looked sick and so no one assumed that she had to sit down. In her social life, her friends don't realize how ill she is until they are there to see her at her worst. Small moments in which people who are disabled can't do things, like preferring to take the elevator instead of stairs, not being able to finish meals, deciding not to go out or attend class because of illness are all things that people can see in a moment, and are only a small part of the bigger picture. But you shouldn't have to see someone at their worst to believe them when they say they are suffering, just because their suffering is not transparent.

Small moments like these make it apparent that invisible disabilities are very real, but are socially incredibly difficult to have - they constantly have to be proven, and are constantly a worry to people that have them within their communities. If you have someone in your life that suffers from a disability or is chronically ill, don't feel awkward to talk to them about it. They are not defined by their sickness, and disability is not their identity - pain is not my identity. It is okay to ask questions, to try and understand them if you do not understand them. But don't treat them like an anomaly. A way to help this, if you don't have an ill person in your life, is to not define normalcy and health as physically looking well, because you never know how someone is feeling and what they are going through. Disabled people should not have to prove themselves and carry the burden of proving their sickness to a public that doesn't understand the complexity of health and constantly questions their accountability. By changing the discussion surrounding disabilities, we can hopefully begin to slowly create an inclusive conversation that includes those with invisible disabilities and allows them to be in spaces that accept them, instead of denying them.


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You never really expect that it will happen to you. My sister has one, so I thought one in the family was enough. But sure enough, when I was a junior in high school, I was diagnosed with a chronic skin condition.

It made my skin horribly painful to be in, and I decided I hated my own body for attacking me and leaving me defenseless. What was worse was there is no cure for my condition and barely any research on the subject. It’s hard to explain to other people and downright embarrassing. It almost looks like an STD and is horribly difficult to show other people, so I barely have.

One of the only known ways of preventing it is to not wear tight clothing. In high school, my school uniform was khaki pants that were not breathable, and you could see if I bled through them. I got a doctor's note to be able to wear yoga pants, but that left me vulnerable for people’s stares and questions as to why I got to wear yoga pants. Explaining to people that under my pants and shirts I was exposed to basically raw skin was not going to fly, so I opted for laughing along to their comments or the ever so simple “injury” excuse.

It wasn’t until I found a Facebook page with people who were also struggling that I finally felt not alone. Through the Facebook page, I have found solutions to this problem that other people have tried and tested and I have in turn tried and tested also. Since few doctors know what it is, I have tried every dermatologist possible for some sort of solution.

With the extreme option being a skin graft, I have had to seriously contemplate my life decisions, such as going back to school. I go to school in an area where there aren’t many doctors and the dermatologist came one Friday a month. Safe to say I didn’t choose the best option for my care.

It comes and goes in terms of severity, so I have had months of feeling great followed by weeks of barely being able to move. Although it seems like there’s nothing to be done, I have worked to educate my own doctors and seek treatment plans. I have fundraised for research and donated to other causes that might help provide relief for my condition and others suffering.

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If Disney Is Serious About Inclusion, They Should Introduce A Disabled Princess

Who says all princesses need to be able-bodied?

What does every Disney princess have in common? At least one dead parent? No. A beautiful singing voice? No...well, yes. But the other main thing that all Disney princesses share is that they are able-bodied.

According to the United States Census, about 20% of the population has some sort of disability, whether it be physical or mental. If a significant portion of the country (and the world, as well), is disabled, why hasn't Disney reflected this in their movies? It's not like people with disabilities are hard to find!

I have had a severe movement disorder for most of my life, and have even been confined to a wheelchair for months at a time because of this. I've never seen somebody like me in a movie, and as a child that was the one thing, I always wanted.

Having characters in movies with disabilities lets people know that their struggles are not theirs alone; there are other people with similar problems out there.

Having Disney princess with a disability would not only help disabled children feel less alone but would also allow able-bodied children to get a glimpse of what being handicapped is like. Maybe it would even revolutionize how the world treats the disabled!

Just imagine a princess with Tourette's Syndrome that has problems keeping her muscles under control. She's quiet because she doesn't want to draw attention to herself, but finally learns to speak up after meeting quirky animal sidekicks!

Or how about a princess in a wheelchair who really wants to play basketball, but can't? Then, a few catchy musical numbers later, joins the Paralympics!

And why stop with physical disabilities? There's never been a Disney princess on the autism spectrum, but why not? She could have trouble communicating with those around her, but learns how to help people understand her in what would be a hit animated movie!

Disney princesses have been designed to fit a certain prototype for too long now. For the children who grew up feeling misunderstood or lonely because they've never seen someone with a disability like theirs, for everybody who has ever come in contact with a disabled person and didn't know what to do, and for the parents of disabled children who don't know how to explain what their child is going through, make my vision a reality!

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