breconbcs
Power Conserver
Nightshade, you go a head and vent. As you've already read, many have been and are going through similar.
I have no memories when I was young of my mother "healthy". Just after I was born, she was diagnosed with scleraderma - there are two types: tightening of the skin (external) and drying of the body (internal) which affects circulation - my mother had internal. So from the outside she looked normal and people never understood when we were out why us kids did so much for her, they thought she was lazy or being abusive. In the early stages, it wasn't the disease as much as the meds that caused her problems. She was on experimental meds and on meds for the side affects of those and even more for those side effects. She had always taken at least 8 pills at every meal. Even my earliest memories (sis says they are from when I was about 3), I remember helping her get dressed, bath, etc. She couldn't play with me, couldn't teach me to bake or cook. I had to be oh so careful when I would touch her, if she got a bruise it turned into open gaping (gross!) wound, a few she had skin graph surgery for which never healed right. But it never changed how much I loved her, I always knew how much she loved me and as I grew up I came to be a more understanding person about others and never judge anyone based on what I see and my children are the same.
The one thing I will say, it's not a matter of how much time or what you do with your son - just make it quality time. Even if it's just sitting playing cards, board game or my mom's favourite when her hands worked puzzles. I only ever once saw my mother healthy. They spent a year living in a little town in Tennesse. She was healthy, happy and for the first time I ever remember - my dad was hugging and grossing us (dh and I) out with their closeness. It was like they were newlyweds again.
My dh hurt is back at work, for the first while after he couldn't walk the stores with me, just walking into the store from the car was a painful challenge and he had to use one of those scooter things. People looked at him and comment on how he was just messing around in it and should leave it for someone who needed to use it. I just looked at them and said "First off it's none of your business what's wrong with him unless your going to help pay our medical bills or you have a miracle cure. And I hope and pray that you never get ill or have an injury that puts you in this boat so you can be treated as poorly as you have treated him." Most times that made people shut up and look stupid in the store, cause I wasn't quiet about it.
There area always going to be people who feel they can comment/tease/belittle you for ANY reason they see fit to use. Sadly family is the worst for it - I remember what my MOM's family would say to her, my dad's family was more understanding. Just keep your head up, go about what you have to do for you and your family and ignore them. I know it's hard to do, but I do believe they will get theirs in the end (karma). Always remember you are not RA, you are a person who has it and are fighting it. You will have good and bad days, enjoy the good and get through the bad. Your son will be a better person for having been apart of this journey with you.
I have no memories when I was young of my mother "healthy". Just after I was born, she was diagnosed with scleraderma - there are two types: tightening of the skin (external) and drying of the body (internal) which affects circulation - my mother had internal. So from the outside she looked normal and people never understood when we were out why us kids did so much for her, they thought she was lazy or being abusive. In the early stages, it wasn't the disease as much as the meds that caused her problems. She was on experimental meds and on meds for the side affects of those and even more for those side effects. She had always taken at least 8 pills at every meal. Even my earliest memories (sis says they are from when I was about 3), I remember helping her get dressed, bath, etc. She couldn't play with me, couldn't teach me to bake or cook. I had to be oh so careful when I would touch her, if she got a bruise it turned into open gaping (gross!) wound, a few she had skin graph surgery for which never healed right. But it never changed how much I loved her, I always knew how much she loved me and as I grew up I came to be a more understanding person about others and never judge anyone based on what I see and my children are the same.
The one thing I will say, it's not a matter of how much time or what you do with your son - just make it quality time. Even if it's just sitting playing cards, board game or my mom's favourite when her hands worked puzzles. I only ever once saw my mother healthy. They spent a year living in a little town in Tennesse. She was healthy, happy and for the first time I ever remember - my dad was hugging and grossing us (dh and I) out with their closeness. It was like they were newlyweds again.
My dh hurt is back at work, for the first while after he couldn't walk the stores with me, just walking into the store from the car was a painful challenge and he had to use one of those scooter things. People looked at him and comment on how he was just messing around in it and should leave it for someone who needed to use it. I just looked at them and said "First off it's none of your business what's wrong with him unless your going to help pay our medical bills or you have a miracle cure. And I hope and pray that you never get ill or have an injury that puts you in this boat so you can be treated as poorly as you have treated him." Most times that made people shut up and look stupid in the store, cause I wasn't quiet about it.
There area always going to be people who feel they can comment/tease/belittle you for ANY reason they see fit to use. Sadly family is the worst for it - I remember what my MOM's family would say to her, my dad's family was more understanding. Just keep your head up, go about what you have to do for you and your family and ignore them. I know it's hard to do, but I do believe they will get theirs in the end (karma). Always remember you are not RA, you are a person who has it and are fighting it. You will have good and bad days, enjoy the good and get through the bad. Your son will be a better person for having been apart of this journey with you.