hello fellow zebras,
I was diagnosed about a year ago with HSD (and then hEDS) by my rheumatologist. I was so glad to have an answer connecting the dots for me for a lifetime of GI issues, migraines, exercise/heat intolerance, pelvic pain, weird allergies, why I enjoyed dance but struggled with sports, W sitting and shrimp sitting, etc etc. This came right after being diagnosed w AuDHD a year ago too (ALSO revelatory haha)
my rheumatologist told me to research EDS, and naturally I made it my job to hyperfixate on it. I love reddit specifically bc it makes me feel so much less alone, and learning so many things I used to think were just quirks are shared by so many. I'm in therapy with a lovely disability / chronic illness aware therapist, and I also have a wonderful PT who works with HSD/hEDS patients. I'm so grateful for these resources but I am still struggling so much with the post dx grief and internalized ableism, especially the feeling of "I deserve to exist and be loved as I am"
half the time I convince myself I'm not disabled or chronically ill, because my friends and employers don't treat me as such (I am very open with my friends about my disabilities). usually, I find that they expect me to be able bodied, such as requiring me to be in the office for X number of days, or to be able to walk or exert as much as they can. I find myself feeling guilty or ashamed a lot, especially if I talk too long about my health or want to ask for something as basic as salt or to sit down. I'm learning how to ask for accommodations and to say no, but at a cost, because I'm already severely burnt out at work for pushing myself so hard (and I think I am going to be fired for using up my sick days and leave bc we don't have FMLA).
i love how supportive some of my loved ones are (one of them took an EDS training course for her job as an OT, and got me foam writing grip things 😭, and another will send me vids of like finger splints and be like "i thought you may like this!"), but most times I feel so helpless/hopeless. asking for accommodations at work is so difficult, and it's been distressing to realize how employers only care to the extent you can still perform your job for them (this may be the autistic brain talking but it just feels so dehumanizing). similarly my parents are super well intentioned but we're an immigrant family that struggles to talk feelings, so they say stuff like "if you sleep well you'll feel better" and "you're so young why are you like this?" even with friends, I still wear masks and I find it a very difficult conversation to ask if they can too / test if we hang
so I think it's made me feel very small / stuck in a shame spiral. even now I'm thinking why can't I just hold down a job, I'm making "my disabilities my identity", I'm just sensitive (like I've always been), or want too much. and yet I see the real impacts of my disability disabling me, I spend weekends sleeping or in pain, I can no longer grocery shop or run (though I want to), I have my lil medicine shelf and PT HEPs, and want to get knee braces and compression wear, I have to budget my energy (and money!!), eating/smelling the wrong thing will trigger a flare, I may not want / don't want kids. it's so much to think about!! exhausted! I love my body but I also feel so dissociated right now (im also burnt out from work and in the middle of a stressful move), with what is I am sure an ocean of grief underneath. my world feels very small (I love my dog, it's him and I at home), and like I'm stuck living for others and just want to take care of myself again and to feel again and to enjoy being in my body again. and to not feel wrong, or broken, just for existing and for wanting to be comfortable and safe.
chronically overwriting, thank you for reading!! wondering if anyone can relate or has moved through similar seasons of feelings? <3 I hope your pillows are extra supportive, and that your joints hold you lovingly in place (as best as they can hahaha)