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Lauredhel is an Australian woman and mother with a disability. She blogs about disability and accessibility, social and reproductive justice, gender, freedom from violence, the uses and misuses of language, medical science, otters, gardening, and cooking.

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  1. amandaw
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    You suffer, you push through, you feel crushed, and yet you keep going. But you dare not complain because that’s just obsessing, unhealthy, possibly a sign of something worse.

    I still struggle against smiling and saying “I’m fine” every time someone asks me how I feel, even when I feel like shit. It’s a habit that’s hard to break. I keep a journal of what I go through because otherwise I lose touch with what I actually feel. I have to externalize it. And if it helps others understand on a deeper level what it’s really like to live with it — good. People need to understand.

    It’s cruel to scold someone for being honest about what they’re going through just because it makes you uncomfortable.

  2. amandaw
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    And the constant barrage of “inspirational” messages are grating, too. It is a good thing to have hope. But to suppress all negative feelings because they don’t reconcile with the smile-happy-it’s-a-gift-to-be-alive storyline is unhealthy too.

  3. amandaw
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    … not that I’m dealing with freakin’ cancer. But I can empathize on some things, definitely.

  4. annaham
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    Massive, massive “word” to this post, as well as to Amandaw’s comments.

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