Okay, I’m not prone to rants or outpourings of emotion, but this really is beginning to feel like the last straw.
My other half refuses to believe that my MS symptoms are as bad as I’m making out and that I’m wallowing in self pity. I do tend to feel a little bit sorry for myself when I can’t walk because my legs stop working or lose the vision in one eye, but I honestly think that I try and get around it rather than let it define me.
Last night I was accused of being selfish because I hadn’t volunteered to help a relative move house. Everyone else was mucking in, why wasn’t I? Going upstairs is difficult for me at the best of times without carrying boxes or furniture. I thought it would be a given that this might be a little bit beyond my abilities.
I’ve been accused of ‘not getting on with it’ and thinking of no-one but myself since before I was diagnosed but I really have had enough now. It’s killing me because I’ve got 2 beautiful kids who I would miss like nothing else on earth but I can’t go on living with someone who refuses to accept that there’s anything wrong with me.
Frustrated, angry, upset, depressed. There. I’ve done it. Broken a promise to myself that I would not moan about my problems to strangers. Sad thing is I’ve got no-one else to tell. I don’t want to burden my parents or friends with this. My other half is the only one I could talk to but…see above. If anyone else has been through this, what did you do?
Sorry for the length of this moan. I’ve got it off my chest now. Thanks for reading.