This week's Chat MS was about social anxiety with MS - please feel free to copy/paste the questions to your own blog.
Remember to keep the conversation going and have a great Thanksgiving -
Q1 – MS can cause or add to social anxiety. Do you experience Social Anxiety since being diagnosed with MS?
Absolutely. I already have general anxiety disorder, and when I'm having a flare or especially after I was initially diagnosed, I had even more bouts of it.
Q2 – What contributes most to your social anxiety? (A certain symptom, using an assisting device, someone’s actions, etc.)
This biggest thing is that I have MS at all. People don't understand it and I want to educate them, but at the same time I 'don't want to talk about it.' This goes especially with my coworkers and bosses, because having MS makes me an ADA risk. I have lost job opportunities after one of the potential employers found out I had MS and clearly didn't really understand what that meant. I have not missed a day of work because of my MS in over 18 months.
I also struggle with telling people that I'm with about the possibility of my fatiguing quickly. I have a relatively svelte figure, am tall and thin, and otherwise look healthy. When I mention that I'm too tired to do something, I get a lot of eye rolls. I look good on the outside, but on the inside, I'm struggling to stay alert. This is really a hard thing to feel good about.
Q3 – On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the worst), how severe would you say your average anxiety bout is?
7 or 8. I tip to 10 when I have to drive somewhere - but driving is my general anxiety trigger anyway.
Q4 – Are there situations or places you purposely avoid because of your anxiety?
Not necessarily, but I am known to be flaky because I'll feel good about doing something the day before, but when I wake up, I'm just not up for it. This happens a lot. It's the most common issue I struggle with when I'm not having an active flare up. I remember being able to go all day on my feet, working full time in a job where I couldn't sit down, and get up and go the next day with no issue. Pain free. I miss those times.
Q5 – Have you discussed social anxiety with your neuro? What did they say?
Nah - it never really came up and I doubt he can do anything about it. Unfortunately social anxiety is not like GAD and isn't really affected by medication.
Q6 – Do you ever worry or get anxious about things that have not happened and may never happen?
Abso-freaking-lutely. All the time. I am afraid I'll wake up and not be able to move, my baby will be crying, and I won't be able to help. I have this dream a lot, and it makes me think about it all day long. I worry about my ability to get around. I worry I will have a flare that affects my hands and I won't be able to work. I worry I will be out with friends and will have to stop before they're ready to.
Q7 - What do you feel when you experience social anxiety?
I get quiet and I don't want to talk to anyone at all. I'm not an easy crier but it makes me feel like I am about to flood the room. My heart beats quickly and I feel like I might pass out - it's very close to a panic attack.
Q8 – What helps you overcome bouts of social anxiety and what tips would you have for others?
The best thing is to spend time with people who are willing to ask questions. Tell people you don't feel well. But I still really struggle with this because I don't like getting eyes rolled at me - because frankly, people don't believe me.
Love to all - MSloan
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Thursday, November 26, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
MS, Real Life, Real Support, Real Fear
Did I say I was done for the night? I lied. I have another thing on my mind that is really grinding me.
Today I had lunch with my coworkers. We sat at a big table for one of my coworker's birthdays, shooting the shit about work, talking about all the things that drive us nuts about our boss and the general status of things. It isn't the best way to spend the middle of the day when you have to go back at 1 PM, but it is still frustrating nonetheless to be in a place that has so many flaws and pretend they don't exist.
I feel like that's how my illness is treated. It sucks, it really can affect me for the rest of my life, it's distracting while I'm dealing with it, and it will never go away. My illness doesn't have me, but I own it. I own it because it explains why, since 2010, I have had so many 'unexplained' issues that now finally have an answer. I am proud to be a relatively healthy voice for MS. I am not ashamed of it. But I feel like I really understand, especially today, why so many people never tell their coworkers, their friends, or make it known that they support the cause for fear of being associated with it. Because at the end of the day, no one wants to talk about it.
I talk about my MS at church a lot, because I feel like it's a safe place. I can't be denied a calling because of my MS. Most of the people at church don't know what it is and don't care; I look fine, so what's the problem?
In my job, however, that is not the case. We know full well what might happen to someone with MS. I am an "ADA Risk," and many people might consider me unemployable. So I feel like I have no choice but to be dishonest about my diagnosis if I need to get a job. I was denied a previously scheduled interview when I was honest with a potential employer about why I had to postpone my visit, because I was ordered not to fly by my doctor after my diagnosis. It is scary, unfair, and makes me worry for my future.
Today at lunch, I felt more lonely than I've felt in a long time. I'm pregnant without a mother. My sister is so freaked out at my MS that she never asks about it and the whole thing just makes her uncomfortable, so she never asks about it. My husband seems to have gotten tired of it all, and this latest flare up is just a presence in our apartment that he doesn't want to talk about. He can't say much about it anyway, so I guess it is almost preferable.
But at work, it's more of the same. More questions that make me feel like they think I'm faking a mythical issue from long ago. A quick inquiry here, another there, but silence the rest of the time. They ask me how I'm doing with my pregnancy, keep asking me when I'll finally 'pop out;' these are people that see me every day, who know I am sad I don't have a belly, stop asking me about that. When I told one of them two days ago about my recent flare, how I was scared and upset that my pregnancy didn't keep me in remission as I had assumed it would.
No questions. No real emotion. Just surface, because it makes everyone uncomfortable. I didn't tell anyone that I was dying, that I had cancer, that I was incurable. I told them I couldn't feel my feet and it had implications about my stress level. Hiding how I'm feeling only increases that. Makes me feel self-conscious. It's hard enough that I feel I have a big secret to keep from most people in my life, never mind the people I spend the most time with choosing to ignore it.
What I'm trying to say is, more concisely - this is a condition of loneliness. Outside of other people with MS, it's impossible to describe how you're feeling. Impossible to get other people to understand. I will never forget telling my mother a week after my Dx when I was going to get infusions that I couldn't feel my leg, to have her retort as she ran her fingers up her arm that, quote, "There are parts of my arm that I don't feel either," and I immediately knew she just didn't get it.
I know no one gets it. I just ... wish they would ask.
MSloan
Today I had lunch with my coworkers. We sat at a big table for one of my coworker's birthdays, shooting the shit about work, talking about all the things that drive us nuts about our boss and the general status of things. It isn't the best way to spend the middle of the day when you have to go back at 1 PM, but it is still frustrating nonetheless to be in a place that has so many flaws and pretend they don't exist.
I feel like that's how my illness is treated. It sucks, it really can affect me for the rest of my life, it's distracting while I'm dealing with it, and it will never go away. My illness doesn't have me, but I own it. I own it because it explains why, since 2010, I have had so many 'unexplained' issues that now finally have an answer. I am proud to be a relatively healthy voice for MS. I am not ashamed of it. But I feel like I really understand, especially today, why so many people never tell their coworkers, their friends, or make it known that they support the cause for fear of being associated with it. Because at the end of the day, no one wants to talk about it.
I talk about my MS at church a lot, because I feel like it's a safe place. I can't be denied a calling because of my MS. Most of the people at church don't know what it is and don't care; I look fine, so what's the problem?
In my job, however, that is not the case. We know full well what might happen to someone with MS. I am an "ADA Risk," and many people might consider me unemployable. So I feel like I have no choice but to be dishonest about my diagnosis if I need to get a job. I was denied a previously scheduled interview when I was honest with a potential employer about why I had to postpone my visit, because I was ordered not to fly by my doctor after my diagnosis. It is scary, unfair, and makes me worry for my future.
Today at lunch, I felt more lonely than I've felt in a long time. I'm pregnant without a mother. My sister is so freaked out at my MS that she never asks about it and the whole thing just makes her uncomfortable, so she never asks about it. My husband seems to have gotten tired of it all, and this latest flare up is just a presence in our apartment that he doesn't want to talk about. He can't say much about it anyway, so I guess it is almost preferable.
But at work, it's more of the same. More questions that make me feel like they think I'm faking a mythical issue from long ago. A quick inquiry here, another there, but silence the rest of the time. They ask me how I'm doing with my pregnancy, keep asking me when I'll finally 'pop out;' these are people that see me every day, who know I am sad I don't have a belly, stop asking me about that. When I told one of them two days ago about my recent flare, how I was scared and upset that my pregnancy didn't keep me in remission as I had assumed it would.
No questions. No real emotion. Just surface, because it makes everyone uncomfortable. I didn't tell anyone that I was dying, that I had cancer, that I was incurable. I told them I couldn't feel my feet and it had implications about my stress level. Hiding how I'm feeling only increases that. Makes me feel self-conscious. It's hard enough that I feel I have a big secret to keep from most people in my life, never mind the people I spend the most time with choosing to ignore it.
What I'm trying to say is, more concisely - this is a condition of loneliness. Outside of other people with MS, it's impossible to describe how you're feeling. Impossible to get other people to understand. I will never forget telling my mother a week after my Dx when I was going to get infusions that I couldn't feel my leg, to have her retort as she ran her fingers up her arm that, quote, "There are parts of my arm that I don't feel either," and I immediately knew she just didn't get it.
I know no one gets it. I just ... wish they would ask.
MSloan
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Relocated
Hello all! I know it has been a while since I posted, but that is a good thing for sure.
The last time I wrote, I was doing some art therapy. I completed some more of the commissions my friend wanted from the Marvel character series - I will post those eventually. But right now, I'm just excited to feel well enough to create again.
I made the big move, and am now in California, very far away from the place I called 'home' my whole life. I spent many hours in the DMV getting my license and car registered in this state; next is my professional licensure, but they want to make absolutely sure that the process takes as long as possible, so I am not holding my breath.
On the MS front, I have been on Gilenya for over a month now. So far I have not noticed many nasty side effects, except that boo-boos do not heal like they used to. If I get a scratch, a zit, or heaven forbid a gross sore anywhere else, it doesn't go away quietly. I also think my anti-depressant is working; last week I would have normally been biting my husband's head off with PMS, but I didn't have any real mood swings at all. Which is AWESOME.
I started work this week, and I am so happy that I ended up where I did. Of course, the process is just starting, so most of my current schedule involves training and very, very boring reading - but I know that it is good for me in the long run, and I am so excited to just be working again. I am beyond lucky to have chosen a career that allows me to do things that I love, both at work and at home.
So, there you go, world. Right now, that's where the MS train lies. I have not yet found a new neurologist out here, I have not yet figured out how my body reacts to the Gilenya, and I have the trouble of feeling like I'm keeping a secret from my coworkers because all of this is so recent. But I will prevail - and so will you! :)
The last time I wrote, I was doing some art therapy. I completed some more of the commissions my friend wanted from the Marvel character series - I will post those eventually. But right now, I'm just excited to feel well enough to create again.
I made the big move, and am now in California, very far away from the place I called 'home' my whole life. I spent many hours in the DMV getting my license and car registered in this state; next is my professional licensure, but they want to make absolutely sure that the process takes as long as possible, so I am not holding my breath.
On the MS front, I have been on Gilenya for over a month now. So far I have not noticed many nasty side effects, except that boo-boos do not heal like they used to. If I get a scratch, a zit, or heaven forbid a gross sore anywhere else, it doesn't go away quietly. I also think my anti-depressant is working; last week I would have normally been biting my husband's head off with PMS, but I didn't have any real mood swings at all. Which is AWESOME.
I started work this week, and I am so happy that I ended up where I did. Of course, the process is just starting, so most of my current schedule involves training and very, very boring reading - but I know that it is good for me in the long run, and I am so excited to just be working again. I am beyond lucky to have chosen a career that allows me to do things that I love, both at work and at home.
So, there you go, world. Right now, that's where the MS train lies. I have not yet found a new neurologist out here, I have not yet figured out how my body reacts to the Gilenya, and I have the trouble of feeling like I'm keeping a secret from my coworkers because all of this is so recent. But I will prevail - and so will you! :)
Monday, March 31, 2014
For every 'to,' there is a 'fro'
I just got home from work about twenty minutes ago. And not even ten minutes into walking in the front door, there was an unexpected knock. My friend, who is one of the few whom I've told about the diagnosis, came by to surprise me with a bouquet of sunflowers.
What a wonderful gesture! Faith in humanity restored. Even though I dislike few things more than unexpected visitors (as I am a slob and could not invite her in due to the status of my apartment), that was a great little surprise.
I hope that today, someone in some way, brings you some sunflowers, too.
Love all - :)
What a wonderful gesture! Faith in humanity restored. Even though I dislike few things more than unexpected visitors (as I am a slob and could not invite her in due to the status of my apartment), that was a great little surprise.
I hope that today, someone in some way, brings you some sunflowers, too.
Love all - :)
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