What I Learned From Losing Friends After My Scleroderma Diagnosis
The painful experience taught columnist Amy Gietzen some valuable lessons
Many people have come and gone in the years I’ve been battling scleroderma. However, the friends and family members who stuck with me have taught me some valuable lessons about relationships, vulnerability, and strength.
Before I was diagnosed with scleroderma in 2001, I was an extrovert, the life of the party, born to invoke cheer and fun. My schedule was jampacked with events, social outings, and gatherings with family, colleagues, and friends.
Just before my diagnosis, all seemed right in the universe. At 19, my goals and dreams were starting to become a reality.
But life with scleroderma was a reality I wanted no part of. Those early years after my diagnosis were a train wreck. I spent most of my time lying to my loved ones and hiding how devastated and alone I felt.
To make matters worse, I was flaking on my work and school responsibilities and backing out of commitments due to constant fatigue and pain. On the inside, I was drowning in symptoms, but on the outside, I looked like an unreliable wreck of a human.
At that point in my journey, I couldn’t face the fact that my life as I knew it was over. It was unbearable for my loved ones to see me in such a weak and dissolved state. I despised my new habits, but I was so embarrassed by my body that I felt I had no options.
Breaking down and breaking promises
Instead of keeping my plans with friends and family, I came up with excuse after excuse. Gone were the days of late-night drinks and dancing. My schedule was full of doctors’ appointments and procedures.
Eventually, I noticed that my phone was no longer ringing. I was alone and isolated, and I realized, to my dismay, that it was my own doing. I was so afraid of what people would think of me that I pushed them away before I could find out.
The more I told everyone how perfectly fine I was, the more they backed away. A part of me was disgusted that my so-called friends would forget me at a time when I needed them most. In reality, I had pushed them away by downplaying my physical and emotional symptoms.
After the chips fell and I came to terms with my disease, I realized I’d needed to go through that period in my life alone. Yes, I’d lost many friends, but sometimes people are only in your life for a reason or a season. The people who truly cared about me were the ones who stuck around.
I found myself with a handful of friends and family members waiting in the wings. They helped me pick up the pieces of my broken body and life.
In the end, I learned that being vulnerable and honest with the people who love you doesn’t make you weak. If people truly care about you, they’ll support you through the good, the bad, and the ugly, no questions asked.
We all go through times when the rubber meets the road and life gets real. Knowing that people have your back can be critical. As much as it pained me to lose friends, it helped shape my approach to relationships moving forward.
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