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Flying My Fatigue Flag

By Cat Stappas
July 11, 2017

I tried not to make eye contact with her in the elevator while I pushed the button for the floor directly above us. I knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later, and I hoped that by not looking at her, she wouldn’t engage. But it did happen. It only happened just that once, but it was enough to make me feel about an inch tall.

“You’re so lazy!” she exclaimed. It was meant as a joke, but she wasn’t exactly known around the office for being timid or tactful. Joke or not, I immediately went on the defensive. She didn’t know I didn’t sleep well the night before. She didn’t know I could’ve (and would’ve) climbed the stairs, just one floor up, but I chose to conserve my waning energy instead.
“I have a disability,” I spat back, still avoiding eye contact.
And there it was. That was the first time I used that word when referring to myself.
Sure, I click the “I have a disability” box in the EOE section of job applications, but I’d never said it out loud until that moment.
I have a hard time relating to the “D-word,” but I was looking for a quick way to end the conversation.

But in looking for a way to escape the confrontation, I completely missed an opportunity for a real conversation, a chance to explain why I don’t look sick. I overlooked an opportunity to educate someone about my multiple sclerosis.

I chose to run.

These opportunities don’t present themselves nearly enough, and we need to take advantage of these precious few moments to shove this invisible illness into the spotlight.

This disease is nothing to be ashamed of or to hide behind. Yes, the woman’s comment was rude and stung a little bit, but partially because it forced me to admit something to myself that I didn’t want to.

I have a disability. And it’s an invisible one. For now.

I don’t look sick–both a blessing and a curse.

It’s now a permanent part of me. And I need to own it.

Sure, I run a blog centered around living with MS, and I fly my flag just as high on social media, but I also have the luxury of a screen to hide behind. No one gets to see the bad and the ugly. How can I realistically expect anyone to be able to relate or empathize or understand if I pretend everything is roses and rainbows all the time? I’m not invincible, and that’s okay.
When the time came for me to consider getting a parking placard, the decision didn’t come easy. I didn’t want the judgement. I didn’t want to feel like I have to explain myself. And I didn’t want to admit that it was time.

A parking placard won’t be the last tough realization I’ll need to have. But somehow, ever since then, I feel like a great weight has been lifted. I don’t feel like I’m hiding anymore, smiling and repeating again and again through gritted teeth: “I’m fine.”

A handicapped parking placard. Baby steps.

I am fine, though. Finally. I’m fine with this thing that is part of me. I’m fine with me.

And if the people around me truly care about me, they’ll be fine with me, too.

So. My name is Cat. And I have multiple sclerosis.

Cat Stappas

Cat was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2013 and writes about her experiences in her blog, It’s Only A Bruise. She hopes to make the dark corners of the internet a little bit less scary for both the newly and the long-time diagnosed with some honesty, positivity and — sometimes — some tongue-in-cheek humor. You can read her blog here and follow her on FacebookTwitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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