To the Stranger Who Called Me a 'Liar' When I Posted My Doctor's Advice
You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. I try not to judge because I hate being judged, which is exactly what you did to me today. However, I’ve formed an opinion about you (and not a good one) because of what you said to me. You called me a liar. Quite literally.
I wrote an anonymous post about how I wanted to go for a run but didn’t have Gatorade, so I couldn’t go since my doctors told me to drink that instead of water. You said, “A doctor would never say that. You’re a liar.” But here’s the thing: You don’t know me, and I’m assuming you aren’t a doctor or nurse. My reply was sarcastic and something I’m not proud of, but I told you, “I’m so glad you know everything. I should listen to you instead of my doctors.” I also explained my postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS) briefly.
I need the electrolytes (specifically the sodium) in the Gatorade to keep me hydrated. My blood pressure remains low, which can cause my heart to beat too fast when I’m standing upright, and exercising like that, especially running, can cause fainting. I know this because I’ve experienced it. I also know drinking plain water makes it worse. Why? It goes right through me. My body doesn’t hold onto it, and it flushes the little salt I have straight out of my system. So yes, I needed the Gatorade before I could run.
I wanted you to understand you don’t know everything. You don’t know my life, my diagnosis, my challenges and my doctors. I don’t expect you to know, but I do expect you to not make judgments about me before you know.
A simple question like, “Why can’t you just drink water?” would have been much nicer, and I would have been a lot more willing to explain. After being judged time and time again, I’ve learned there is often much more to people’s lives than meets the eye. This means you can’t assume anything. What you see on the outside is not what my reality is.
You can’t see every muscle wound tight to hold all of my joints in place, causing severe pain and fatigue. You can’t see my veins stretching too much in my legs, causing all my blood to sit there instead of my brain as I’m standing and walking. You can’t see the headache I have. I always have a headache, and I can’t tell you the last day I was headache free.
You also don’t see the 20 bottles of medications and supplements I have to take daily to try to feel decent enough to get out of the house or even just out of bed. You don’t see the drawer full of all the braces I have accumulated over the years to be prepared for the next dislocation. You don’t know I’ve been “advised against” having kids. You can’t see the psychological toll it takes on me, knowing I’ll never have the life I wanted.
I’m not a liar, but you may be too quick to judge and need to consider what could be going on in somebody else’s life before you judge them.
You don’t know everything, and it’s OK that you don’t know. People have such a problem admitting they don’t know or don’t understand, but it’s really OK. There is so much information in the world that it would be impossible for us to know everything.
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