Even my parents treat my illness like a burden- they’ve been to the doctor with me and heard my diagnosis but still treat me like I’m pretending to be sick and in pain every day. As if I enjoy it. As if I use it to get out of doing things. It’s such a painful knot in my stomach to know that my parents don’t believe me or what I’m going through, and that to them it’s an inconvenience and I’m simply lazy.
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