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Why You Need to Stop Doubting My Chronic Fatigue Is Real

Today, I was talking to someone close to me.

They asked if they’d woken me up — which they had. Despite the fact it was almost 7 at night, my chronic fatigue means I can’t control when I fall asleep. I’d fallen asleep at around 5 p.m., I think, but I’m not really sure.

It wasn’t planned. Like it always does, it just happens. It’s not controllable.

Chronic fatigue means I’m constantly tired. And I constantly fall asleep.


One time I went to sleep at Disneyland.

Anyway, I could tell the person I was talking to was annoyed — they’ve made it clear more than once that they feel I can somehow control this despite the fact I’ve had this diagnosis for over a year; despite the fact I’ve had five sleep studies to get the results, among other countless tests.

And then I realized what bothered me about this conversation.

It wasn’t that this person still thinks I can control what happens, nor is it the fact they don’t really believe me.

And if you’re sick, whether it’s mentally or physically, you’ll know what I mean; they “believe” you, but at the same time, they don’t.

I mean, are you sure you haven’t tried a new diet?

Are you sure you can’t do this?

Are you sure?

No, what I realized — after I raged and cried after the phone call — was that it wasn’t the lack of belief, or even the lack of support, that bothered me. It wasn’t even the fact that this person is extremely close to me. So close, in fact, I’m deliberately not mentioning their name.

It’s what the not-believing implies.

It implies this is a life I want.

It implies I’m OK with being so tired that going to the bathroom is torture. That sometimes, I’m so tired, I wait until my stomach bloats and cramps and I can’t hold it in anymore because I’m so tired I’m struggling to work out how to make it the 15 steps to my bathroom.

It implies I’m OK with the fact that sometimes, I’m actually too tired to watch anything. Not read, not write, not workout, not eat… but I can’t even watch something mind-numbingly boring on TV because I’m literally too tired to keep my eyes open.

It implies I’m OK with being dependent on others.

It implies I’m OK with a lifestyle of living day-to-day, hoping tomorrow will be a good day.

And that’s bullshit.

No one would choose this life. No one. No one wants to be so tired it hurts to move. No one wants to be so tired that they wait until they can’t physically hold in their bladder anymore because they’re too tired to move. No one wants to be so tired that watching TV is a chore.

We aren’t talking about being lazy: my god, what I would give for me to be lazy. We are talking about a life I actively hate. I have a good life, but my daily activities is dependent on whether I’m too tired to move or not.

That’s not a life.

I get that I have an invisible illness. I get that you can’t see it. I get that I’m not alone and that others have it just as bad, or even worse than I do.

But before you don’t believe someone, before you start to pass judgment, think about what you’re saying: Would you want this as your life? Would you want to spontaneously fall asleep, having no control over yourself?

Would you want your life to be spent sleeping?


Neither do I.

So before you pass judgment, before you make the asinine assumption this is a choice or something I want (or anyone else wants), stop. Please. For the love of god, stop. No one would want this. No one would ask for this.

Stop pretending like it’s a choice.

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