I originally shared a version of this story on Episode 131 of the Stories We Don’t Tell Podcast.
As of last week, I’ve officially read 200 romance novels. Most of them have been set in 19th century England, although occasionally characters travel to Europe or America. Almost all of the heroes and heroines have been aristocrats, which I find comforting and appalling at the same time. But the funny thing is that I don’t think I’d ever read a romance novel before I began living most of my life at home three and a half years ago.
That’s when I…
I originally shared this piece at TEDx Deerfield in February 2020.
When I was 29 years old, I got so sick that I had to stop working. I had this intermittent burning pain in my legs, I woke up each morning with sore and swollen joints, and I had a visible tremor. My body was so sluggish that I often needed help to get to the bathroom, and my brain was so foggy that I could barely read. I eventually quit my job as an editor before I was fired for making too many obvious mistakes. …
I have not always been a great friend. I can be selfish and easily distracted, and I’ve experienced just enough tough stuff that sometimes my capacity for empathy takes a bit of a nosedive. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to get the impression that I think I was a perfect friend before I got sick. I wasn’t. But my friendships have always been really important to me.
When I interview people about their experiences with chronic illness and dynamic disability, friendship is a painful subject that comes up a lot. You lose friends when you get…
It feels like I’ve been trying to get better my whole life.
I was trying to get better in middle school when I carried a small cooler pack of homeopathic remedies with me everywhere I went. And I was trying to get better in high school when a naturopath put me on a special diet and my mom and I tried to make our own gluten-free bagels, boiled dough and all. …
I had my first adult experience with grief when I was 22 and my dad died.
I learned that grief made some people so uncomfortable that they kept quiet or tried to console me with a silver lining. I learned that support sometimes came from unexpected places, from the people who’d known grief too. And I’ll never forget that when I asked somebody for some grace because I could barely get out of bed in the morning let alone show up perfectly in all of my relationships, she suggested that I was lying about my grief.
Imagine that feeling for…
In 2017, my health was the worst that it had ever been. I had a tremor, my nerves ached, and my cognitive function was so poor that I could barely read. I stopped working, since reading was a critical part of my job as an editor.
I’d dealt with health problems before, and for the most part I’d learned to manage them through diet and supplements and other lifestyle interventions that are easy to find when you’re looking for resources to help you get well. I read blog posts about wellness and I listened to podcasts about wellness and I…
The relationship between chronic illness and disability can be a complicated one. Not everyone who is disabled is chronically ill, and vice versa.
And when I talk to people with chronic illness, lots and lots of people tell me that they aren’t sure if they’re allowed to call themselves disabled. I’ve interviewed more than 60 people about their experiences with chronic illness and I hear different versions of this same idea over and over again: “I’m not sure if I’m disabled enough. …
Dear friends, family and well-meaning acquaintances:
I know that you care about me. Every time you ask how I’m feeling or if I’m heading back to work soon, I know that you’re asking because you want me to be well. And there was a time when I wanted that for myself too, when I wanted that more than anything. A time when I spent all of my energy and money just trying to be well. But something has changed for me that I really need you to understand.
After years of trying every diet and taking every pill and detoxifying…
I originally shared this story at Stories We Don’t Tell in September 2016.
The first thing Sonia tells me after I walk through the door to her apartment is that she has gluten-free buns for the burgers. We’ve been friends since college, so she’s pretty familiar with my revolving dietary restrictions, even on the evening before her wedding when her home is filled with guests.
When I used to visit Sonia and our friend Molly in Chicago during grad school, we would stay out until four in the morning, dancing and drinking and eating the greasiest late night pizza. We’d…
You probably know somebody who always seems to be sick but can’t really explain why. Or maybe you’re the one who’s been labeled a problem patient. And if you’re anything like I was, you probably think diagnosis works the way we see on TV: Somebody with a mysterious illness heads to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital or Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, and an intrepid doctor figures out exactly what tests to run to solve the mystery. Alas, things do not usually work this way in the real world.
When my health began to decline rapidly in 2017, I didn’t know how diagnosis…
Host of No End In Sight, a podcast about life with chronic illness. Co-founder (& former co-producer) of Stories We Don’t Tell in Toronto. She/Her.