
Growing Up With ME/CFS
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I dreamt about one of the coolest girls at my high school (who I had a crush on since 3rd grade) deciding she liked me and us trying to get to know each other and mostly me trying to be a part of her group of "cool" friends who acted like they had the whole universe figured out at age 16, tramping around like they had it all under control, while I was questioning everything including my own self worth. At that time everything seemed very simple for her and her friends, but so complicated and confusing for me.
And I woke up thinking about that time and wishing I could go back to those kinds of problems - dealing with some little social dilemma (or something else that was really an opportunity) rather than having to constantly figure out how to best survive until tomorrow.
I’ve done most of my "growing up" here in bed. And lately I’ve realized that "growing up" hasn’t been about figuring out the whole universe, but a process of acceptance - accepting that I don’t have it figured out and most importantly accepting myself and loving myself without "knowing it all".
I of course understand so much more about the world now than I did when I was 16. Or 20. I have studied with the greatest teacher on earth - ME/CFS - for 20 years now, 10 of those years with ME/CFS really pressing itself into every fiber of my being. But I still know very little compared to others in this world.
But I have accepted that. And accepted myself. And I like who I am. And I have done that while lying here alone in bed.
Beyond wishing I could be dealing with trivial "healthy people problems", I wish I could see what it’s like to be out in the world meeting new people and discovering new ideas and trying to make things happen with this newfound acceptance of myself and love for who I am, limitations, faults and all. I was never really at peace with the world starting with adolescence, and this world was a really complicated place for me which I never made peace with until I was laying here alone in bed. And it’s so sad for me that I can’t be a part of it in a harmonious way, engaging with the world instead of missing or cowering away from opportunities out of a lack of belief in myself like I often did when I was young.
And this is part of one of the saddest things about living with ME/CFS. Teaching us all so much about the essence of life and how to live it in a good way but then keeping us from putting those lessons to use out there in the world.
I really hope I get to be free again soon and feel what it’s like to be a part of the world while at peace with it, and with myself.
Love, Whitney
PS.
Many people have had ME/CFS since they were kids or teenagers, and they never got to experience "healthy people problems", or make mistakes to learn from, they have been under the iron of ME/CFS since often before they can remember much. And this is so sad and makes surviving so much more difficult without those "healthy memories" to look back on and give perspective. I’m so sorry to all those who got ME/CFS younger than I did.
And it must be mentioned how hard it is for parents to try to raise children with ME/CFS. I can’t even imagine the heartbreak. All the dreams that parents know can’t come true.

I dreamt about one of the coolest girls at my high school (who I had a crush on since 3rd grade) deciding she liked me and us trying to get to know each other and mostly me trying to be a part of her group of "cool" friends who acted like they had the whole universe figured out at age 16, tramping around like they had it all under control, while I was questioning everything including my own self worth. At that time everything seemed very simple for her and her friends, but so complicated and confusing for me.
And I woke up thinking about that time and wishing I could go back to those kinds of problems - dealing with some little social dilemma (or something else that was really an opportunity) rather than having to constantly figure out how to best survive until tomorrow.
I’ve done most of my "growing up" here in bed. And lately I’ve realized that "growing up" hasn’t been about figuring out the whole universe, but a process of acceptance - accepting that I don’t have it figured out and most importantly accepting myself and loving myself without "knowing it all".
I of course understand so much more about the world now than I did when I was 16. Or 20. I have studied with the greatest teacher on earth - ME/CFS - for 20 years now, 10 of those years with ME/CFS really pressing itself into every fiber of my being. But I still know very little compared to others in this world.
But I have accepted that. And accepted myself. And I like who I am. And I have done that while lying here alone in bed.
Beyond wishing I could be dealing with trivial "healthy people problems", I wish I could see what it’s like to be out in the world meeting new people and discovering new ideas and trying to make things happen with this newfound acceptance of myself and love for who I am, limitations, faults and all. I was never really at peace with the world starting with adolescence, and this world was a really complicated place for me which I never made peace with until I was laying here alone in bed. And it’s so sad for me that I can’t be a part of it in a harmonious way, engaging with the world instead of missing or cowering away from opportunities out of a lack of belief in myself like I often did when I was young.
And this is part of one of the saddest things about living with ME/CFS. Teaching us all so much about the essence of life and how to live it in a good way but then keeping us from putting those lessons to use out there in the world.
I really hope I get to be free again soon and feel what it’s like to be a part of the world while at peace with it, and with myself.
Love, Whitney
PS.
Many people have had ME/CFS since they were kids or teenagers, and they never got to experience "healthy people problems", or make mistakes to learn from, they have been under the iron of ME/CFS since often before they can remember much. And this is so sad and makes surviving so much more difficult without those "healthy memories" to look back on and give perspective. I’m so sorry to all those who got ME/CFS younger than I did.
And it must be mentioned how hard it is for parents to try to raise children with ME/CFS. I can’t even imagine the heartbreak. All the dreams that parents know can’t come true.

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