Things You Shouldn't Say To A Chronically Ill Person

Things You Shouldn't Say To A Chronically Ill Person

If we thought taking a bath in onion peels and grape juice would work, we would have probably done it already, despite the smell of onions.

Chronic illness is that issue that seems to not want to be talked about in society (there are many of those), but I'm here to make you talk about it. We are going to talk about it, and we are going to like it... hopefully.

So, what even is chronic illness? Isn't that just something you get past age 70? That's when everything start breaking down, right?


Chronic illness of any type can affect any person, of any age, and of any gender. Make no mistake about it, that it is life changing. Everything you do from then on is like being in a relationship with your body — your body has to want to do it. If it doesn't, well, you can't do it. Sorry. But what's probably worse than being in an unwanted relationship is how people react to it. People don't know what to do, so they kind of just blurt out whatever they think of at the moment. Here's what to not do.

1. I know exactly how you feel. I once sprained my ankle and I had a lot of pain!

I kid with the Dr. House sarcasm. Spraining your ankle does not equate to a life long, life changing illness that needs to be constantly managed for the rest of your life. You do not know exactly how we feel. Unless you are me or someone else chronically ill, and you have the illnesses we do, you cannot know exactly how we feel. You don’t know how we feel. What I have in particular is like spraining every area of your body every day. That said, don't try to pretend to understand. If you don't understand, let us know. We'll be happy to explain. Most of the time, we just want to raise awareness for a certain illness, instead of try to make people to relate to us.

2. Nothing at all.

Society, really, I notice when you are hiding the fact the chronically ill make you uncomfortable. Why is talking about it such taboo? No. People have health problems. Young people have health problems, too, so get it out of your head that only older people can have health problems. These problems are a part of who they am but do not define a person either. You could ask us how we feel, just like I — or any other person, chronically ill or not — would ask you if you had like, a 12 hour stomach virus, which is decidedly not life-changing. Not saying anything makes for a very awkward situation. Even if you don't want to talk about it because it upsets you, you can simply say "I'm sorry to hear that," and get on with your day. Not acknowledging it sort of alienates us, and we didn't intend on making you upset. It's a part of our lives, right?

3. That sucks.

I mean, it does, we know. I'm not usually offended when people say this, but I don't know what to say, since it does kind of suck and it feels like they're saying, "Wow! Glad I'm not you!" I can see why someone would be offended. It also only pays attention to the negative. With every chronic illness, that impacts you every day of your life, you have insight into certain things other people might miss. You have a unique perspective on problems or political issues. It changes your body but also your mind, and this response doesn't account for the perspective you gain.

4. Just get some sleep. You’ll be fine.

If only sleep cured idiocy, too. Some of us sleep more than the average person. If some of us don’t get nine hours of sleep we feel like zombies. In particular, I feel like I have been out drinking in the city when in reality I just got less sleep than my body demands. Telling someone shut up and sleep and you’ll be fine is really rather insensitive. Listen to us. Let us talk. Next time you get into an argument with your brother or sister or parents and have to vent, someone should say just get some sleep and you’ll be fine. It’s just not appropriate. If sleep fixed what we have, we'd break the Guinness book record.

5. I heard about this Dr. Oz remedy...

We really don't want to hear about the remedy Dr. Oz talked about because if we knew of a remedy we would probably use it. A doctor would probably suggest it and if they didn’t, we probably would find it ourselves or ask a support group their thoughts. You will not fix us. Sorry, white knight. We appreciate the thought, but your grandma who told you to take a bath in onion peels and grape juice will not help us. If we thought taking a bath in onion peels and grape juice would work, we would have probably done it already, despite the smell of onions.

Point in case: Listen. Be supportive. TREAT IT LIKE ITS REAL. Don’t take us for granted.

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1. He has always been there.

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Who knew double-tapping could be so much fun?


I refused to make an Instagram for years. My friends begged me. Strangers asked me to follow them. Organizations asked me to like their pages. Even my own parents told me to make an Instagram. Everyone wondered why I did not have an Instagram account. Part of it was that I did enjoy seeing people's incredulous expressions. Secondly, it was a fun way to drive my friends crazy by adamantly refusing to make an account. The other reason was that I was too conscious of how having an Instagram account would affect me.

Therefore, on April Fools, I gave in and made an Instagram account. All my friends immediately followed my account in the first hour of its existence. I followed them back and explored the app to become familiar with it. I wondered who to follow and mulled over what to write as my bio. Are emojis too childish? Would quotes be too cheesy? I was already worried about people's perception of me before I even posted my first photo.

After the initial excitement wore off, I realized I had spent too much time scrolling through my feed (that wasn't refreshing to show me anything new since I didn't follow that many people yet). Like any other app, it was addicting, and I was only getting started. I have read article after article about how Instagram damages self-esteem, accustoms people to seeing idealized versions of everyone else's life, and its effects on mental health. As an avid Snapchat user, I did not expect myself to become too bothered by the images I would see on my feed. I saw hundreds of images and videos daily. If I kept in mind that people take the time to only show the best portions of their life, then I thought I would be fine. However, as all things, that is much easier said than done.

I have only had my account for a little over two weeks, and I have tried my best to not become obsessed with comparing myself and my life to other people's. What I didn't anticipate was the feeling of excitement as my notifications overflowed with comments and likes from my friends (and some random people I don't know). It felt invigorating to see the number of likes my first post received and the praise in the comments. Eventually, when it slowed down I was surprised to feel a bit disappointed.

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