Lost in the Land of the Undiagnosed

This article expresses my own feelings better than I have expressed them…

Lost in the Land of the Undiagnosed

Sometimes I feel lost. Lost behind the world of the diagnosed.

There are no fundraisers for me. No walks, no T-shirts, bracelets or ribbons. I am the lost within the lost. Aren’t we all in some respect? Trapped by our bodies and lost to the world. We know what it feels like to cry in that hidden crook, lie about how we feel, and watch the world leave us behind. The feelings of loss lead us to a path into the lost.

But what of those that have no name? We have no answer for friends who care enough to really hear the answer to,” How are you doing?”  We come across as liars. More so with each month, year, or decade that float by leaving nothing but a wake of pain in its path. We lose more and more friends. Those that were steadfast for 10 long years finally throw in the towel. We are convinced that these are the reason, which at least is what we think.

Okay, enough with the “our”, this is painfully with a self involved touch, about me. Perhaps I am alone in feeling this way.

I find kinship here in the boards. I know I am not alone in my suffering. And for that I will forever be grateful. But I admit the green monster that creeps in my shadow. He’s envious of the organized fundraisers and wishes he could have a name. He is Envy. And he makes an ugly person of me. On the days he sticks his head out, I am nasty. I may be snappy or rude, but I am ALWAYS jealous and angry about being jealous instead of supportive. Even writing it makes me feel like I’ve an ugly heart.

How come I cannot find it in me to just be glad to have the sisterhood?  I wish I could walk for Lupus and MS; while in kind, I long for recognition for MY mystery. It is just as real, but how does one address the invisible? How can I get to healing myself when I’ve no idea what’s wrong?

“You are an enigma” is the written diagnosis for me. Hurra!  I’ve not only felt lost behind those with a name, but I’ve lost my friends. I’ve lost some family. And most disturbingly, I’ve lost doctors who lost patience in my frustrating condition. *sigh* All loss, and lost.

Why on earth should I be jealous of a named chronic condition? Why do I crave it so? Perhaps I will never know. It just is.  But…I hope to never feel lost in our connections!

Alas, I will continue to creep among the diagnosed. Hopeful for their comfort and financial gain to work that sucker to a cure! All while envious of their Names in the tabloid! These are ugly diseases, but as I’ve learned in here, always existing in beautiful carriers.

Written by Sonja McDaniel (sacredjinx on our butyoudontlooksick.com message boards)

I’m a 37 year old female undiagnosed for 12 and a half years. I live in the SF Bay Area surrounded by my wonderful husband, my mom and all of our rescued critters. I’m living proof that you can’t judge a book by its cover! Punk looking, art making’, book reading freak!

©2010 butyoudontlooksick.com
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About martisima

After over 50 years of teaching literature to undergraduate and graduate students, I feel I have earned my retirement (it happened when I was 72, five years ago). I do miss the classroom, however, but not the meetings and all other requirements of the profession. I love teaching, and wish I could still do it. But now I read for pleasure, and watch films, and listen to all kinds of music (no TV, though). I love to travel, and hope I can resume doing it soon. I need to get over my health issues caused by thyroid surgery three years ago!
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