The Invisible-Illness Blues: This S**t Is Real

And it sure sucks.

Rachel Schneewind
Nov 6 · 4 min read

Oh, honey. The pain of invisible illness. And I don’t mean the pain in your body or mind. I don’t mean the primary effects of whatever your illness is.

I mean the pain when people think you’re fine because you look that way. When they wonder what the hell is wrong with you, since you seem to be fine. (Why are you using a cane or wheelchair? You don’t look disabled. Why can’t you work? You don’t seem ill. And so on.)

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Rachel Schneewind

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Writer, queer woman, mentally ill person, person on the autism spectrum, possessed of an eating disorder, survivor of emotional abuse. I write about all of it.

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