I've been called a hypochondriac because I have several rare autoimmune conditions that are invisible. I'm in pain every day. So my pain tolerance is pretty high. I have a disability parking placard. I get all the dirty looks. I've been accused of just not wanting to work. Of faking to get attention. I've been gaslit by my doctors. I've heard it all. I've reduced my social circle to almost nobody. Because if you can't be understanding of my health issues, I don't want you in my life. I'm not asking for your pity. I'm a big girl. I've learned to suck it up, already. When people ask me how I am, even if I'm bleeding out both ears, eyes and my mouth; I'll say I'm fine, smile, and thank them for their concern! But if you're an asshat, don't expect to hear from me again.

I tried for years to put the pain, nausea etc.. into words they could/would understand. I finally gave up. I quit trying to « power through » to make family events and other things. Now, I take care of myself. If I need to be in the dark, I’ll be in the dark! It is hard to believe that people who are supposed to love you can be such jerks. It’s their issue, not yours. 🐭❤️

I'm fortunate enough to have family who understand what's going on because I'm not the only person who suffers from migraine.

No one understands migraines unless they have them.

Their response sucks from some family members. Unless they have experienced a migraine, they do not have a clue.