I have never been more tempted to reply in a Doctor Seuss style verse.
A Kind, Well-Meaning Able Bodied Person™️, when told that the terrible weather was not helping my #disability & chronic pain, asked if staying indoors would help. Yes, I was inside when she said this.
*clears throat*My chronic pain is always there
On the ground, in the air
I’ll be in pain everywhere
Because I have a disability
Chronic pain is part of me
Yes it’s worse when there is rain
In or out, I will be in pain
There is no relief, you see
It is a permanent disabilityI know you ask because you care
Your friend is ill & life’s not fair
Every time you ask ‘how are you’
There is no change, there’s nothing new
It’s okay, you’re being nice
But this is NOT a time to give advice
With some things, there is no cure
Sometimes in life, we must endureDon’t tell me to go inside
I live in pain, I ALWAYS hide
But hiding won’t make me feel better
So I’m writing you this silly letter
Yes I feel worse when there is rain
In or out, I’ll be in pain
I’ll still go out, do things, be free
Ableism limits me more than my disability
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