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Not Able-Bodied But Not Disabled

Sometimes I get tired of my body

Not in a self-hate way,

More of like a disdain for all the things I have to deal with

 

Tired of the stiff, clunky joints

Not bad enough to warrant a diagnosis,

yet not functional enough to get through a week without some kind of ache or pain

 

Sometimes I wish it would just hurry up and get worse instead of being in this in-between,

In a place where a professional would excuse it as something I brought upon myself rather than an actual problem

 

The matter of fact is,

I am 20 and losing flexibility and mobility of my joints, mainly in my hands

This started in February of 2023, and has been getting worse.

So much so that even when I don’t aggravate my hands (for example: by taking a **** ton of notes at uni) they can still hurt

 

It was July, and I was at the zoo with my mom.

It was going to rain later that day, and I could feel that in my hand joints.

Which was a first.

My hands flared up so much that by the end of the day I needed to wear my compression gloves.

This lasted for about a week, with the first two days being the worst.

This was the first time that my hands hurt without me having done a lot of writing.

 

I haven’t had a random flare up since then.

My hands have been hurting about every day now that I’m in uni, but it’s manageable.

I haven’t needed my gloves yet.

It’s mostly because I need to write a **** ton for uni and I can’t use my computer because I don’t retain information by typing.

It’s not writers cramp.

It’s in my knuckles.

The joints of my fingers.

I know this will only get worse.

 

My mom thinks it could be rheumatoid, since that runs in our family, but I don’t get swelling.

 

My left wrist hurts sometimes, and my knees hurt if they don’t have support when I’m sitting.

My hips hurt if I stand or sit for too long as well.

 

So I guess

Overall

Something is not working like how it’s meant to.

 

But until something break breaks, I guess I’ll never know.

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23 / M / Wisconsin
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Sep 16, 2023
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