Hello TB
I agree with what everyone has to say about this. I completely get what you’re saying and agree with you. Being pitied by people we were once equal to and by no means pitiable of bloody horrible.
But, can I play devils advocate a bit? Maybe our friends (and I’m sure mine as well as yours), pity us because our lives tbh, turned to shlt when MS moved in.
Maybe not at first. In the early days I was still working, had a great job, was fit, looked pretty good (if I say so myself!), had a fabulous car (still miss my lovely company car!), was independent and busy. Now I’m massively disabled, can’t drive, am completely dependent (on lovely Mr Sssue so not all bad), and really quite often have a fair degree of self pity.
I’m quite certain my friends (and those who are my friends love me and I love them), do in fact pity me. Why not, my life is certainly not what I expected. I bloody envy their lives. My best friend lives in the middle of Edinburgh. She has a great life. She has a great job. She’s married with an 11 year old but very independent. She and her husband share equally in their childcare. She goes out for dinner a lot. She goes to the gym just to sit in the sauna to get warm. I adore her and she adores me. But if she also feels a degree of sympathy and even pity for me, then I forgive her. I would if our situations were reversed.
I have other friends who equally have good, healthy lives. They go dancing (to clubs in pre-Covid days, in their kitchens these days!) and to the pub just for a drink without considering access or disabled loos. I kind of envy them too. I used to go dancing with them. Or danced around their kitchens with them. They probably feel sorry for me too.
That doesn’t mean if I say anything out of order I don’t expect to be called on it. Nor would I temper my thoughts, words, attitude. Friends are friends. If someone speaks out of turn, they get called up on it and where necessary, we apologise.
I have other ex-friends who I believe dropped me because I became too disabled. It was uncomfortable being my friend. They had to make too many adjustments in order to stay friends with me. (One person I believe already had a very disabled friend and didn’t have room in her life for another - a kind of ‘quota’ thing!) B@stards.
So while I get what you’re saying, and your friends are out of order just letting you behave badly because you’re disabled. But then again, maybe they know you’ve really been having a cr@ppy time just lately and want to give you a break. For all you know, actually they might admire you for the fact that you might have physical problems, and omg, nystagmus is the pits, but you’ve really been using your brain.
Studying is hard when you feel like hell. Getting a degree is tough enough when you’re fit and healthy. Qualifying for a first is always awesome. I didn’t even try to get a first, and I was fit and well. I’m impressed by you and I’m sure your real friends are too. They might feel sorry for you, MS isn’t fun, it’s hard. They might just lately have given you a ‘pass’ over things you’ve said.
If they’re real friends, if you care for them and respect them, maybe you could either talk about what you expect from them (ie, not to treat you differently because you’re disabled), or just let it go. Promise yourself not to treat people badly and if they let you get away with doing so, then next time talk about it.
Feel free to argue with me. I’m a grown up, just as you are. That’s half the problem you’re tussling with, do we let anyone get away with stuff that’s hard to take, or is just plain wrong. Or is it sometimes OK to just let it slide?
Sue
(Meanwhile of course the issue that they might not be phoning or visiting enough is quite a different issue!)