thanked me yesterday for helping to remind her about a form of
privilege that goes unexamined: the privilege that comes with good
health. The ability to do what you want, when you want to. Never
fearing that you will face rejection or abandonment because of your
not-perfect health. Being able to eat without nausea, move without pain,
sleep without interruption, and trust that your brain isn't lying to
you when it reflects your self-image back at you. The freedom of being
believed by doctors, of not being dismissed because you're too young,
too female, too hysterical. Of not being told that a stronger person
wouldn't have this problem, that your imperfection must be the result of
a weak constitution or poor character. The privilege of doing and being
without always second-guessing yourself.
In November 2007, I got sick and didn't get better. Many doctors later, I was finally diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome and, later, Lyme disease. This blog is my way of keeping family and friends updated on my journey towards wellness.