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    Community Voices

    Do all teens think like me?

    When i was a 5th grader i used to think all these things in my head, i was a skinny child who could easily make friends and fit into groups. As i grew i didn't knew i would change into an introvert. But i didn't seem to care in 9th grade, i couldn't small talk. Then i found about something called a personality type, i already knew few of my traits so out of curiosity about finding about my true self i started studying my personality type the INTJ (or the INFJ i am not quite sure).
    These past years have been incredibly weird. During the covid lockdown i changed.
    I lost interest in everything tried to study but got bored, listening to music got boring, even watching tv or youtube got boring but i had nothing to do so i just sat watching things on tv everyday for a year.
    I don't know what it was, i thought it was my hormones, or it could be i was depressed. I am never sure and i found out that i over think things(one of the worst traits people can have).
    Now i am here, this year my dad passed away. I cried but i didn't miss him. I have a thinking that people pass away and thats how life works, i had told myself that since 9th grade. I would never do something to my body just to increase my life span, i even started working out to stay healthy(it didn't end well, i stopped when we switched homes and now i just feel nausea and dizziness after working out). But few days back as always i tried talking to someone about my inside personal thing, things i have never shared to anyone cause I don't have friends. Lets keep that aside for the moment, i talked to my mom but as always it failed. I think why couldn't i get a mom who understood and so today i cried after waking up realizing that all my traits have come from my dad and now i don't have anyone to share this to.

    So i am writing here thinking maybe someone will understand.
    I know it is long passage but i just wanna know if there really are people like me, who can understand me.

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    Community Voices

    Temperature Dysregulation : ME and long Covid.

    <p>Temperature Dysregulation : ME and long <a href="" class="tm-embed-link  tm-autolink health-map" data-id="5e678dcff3e6f44cb2d93fd4" data-name="Covid" title="Covid" target="_blank">Covid</a>.</p>
    Community Voices

    Anyone with MECFS or long covid, is experimenting temperature dysregulation?

    If any is interested to know more about, I would share a post with link to a international site, about MECFS/along covid, where they explain about this and more.

    I don’t like to post information about disorders, unless someone ask them. I don’t like someone feel pushed or such. Since I was diagnosed, I have been searching info about ME, and these people are serious and share a lot of info. About some documental/films too.

    So if yes, please let me know in comments, and I would be pleased to post for you having ME.

    Thanks for reading, wishing a great weekend!

    #MECFS #Fibromyalgia #RA #Depression #Anxiety #Trauma #Loneliness

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    Community Voices

    My Dad used to say he was “collecting smiles” Being an open hearted and kind person isn’t always as easy it sounds! But a smile goes such a long way!

    <p>My Dad used to say he was “collecting smiles” Being an open hearted and kind person isn’t always as easy it sounds! But a smile goes such a long way!<br></p>
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    Any advice for covid with EDS, POTS, MCAS?

    #COVID19 #PosturalOrthostaticTachycardiaSyndrome #EhlersDanlosSyndrome

    I have hypermobile type EDS, POTS, and suspected MCAS, and i just got diagnosed with Corona for the first time (2x boosted on top of Moderna). My whole body is on fire, my joints are all angry and I've got a gnarly migraine. Any advice or warning signs that i should contact my PCP? I'm temporarily living in a foreign country by myself too so i don't have a lot of my normal coping tools.

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    Matt Sloan

    Delivery Driver Told Me He ‘Wasn’t That Worried’ About My COVID-19

    I’ve finally begun to see the light at the end of a week of hell that has been COVID-19. I finally have a little more energy, able to work at a reasonable pace without feeling exhausted, but I’m still testing positive and the lingering effects of the Omicron variant make me feel like my airways are filled with expanding insulation foam. Meanwhile, my partner’s cough moves ever-deeper into suspected bronchitis (at best) and she sleeps away her days in fatigue. We needed groceries. We left a warning (as we are expected to do), but the first sign of your negligence came when you strolled up to my door, maskless like so many, disregarding the social distancing that’s meant to protect us both. I was courteous, asking if you’d seen the note. You hadn’t — no big deal, I thought, fighting the disbelief that you wouldn’t still be checking for such a thing. So, I told you we were positive for COVID-19 and asked you to take a few steps back for your own protection. “Yeah,” you said. “OK. I’ll step back here. I’m not that worried about it, though.” It was a slap. I’ve grown increasingly impatient with the growing population failing to take proper precautions, but coming off the back of this week of fear… I’d had enough. I told you a little about what I’ve been through. You seemed nonchalant. I wish I could’ve said more, but anxiety held my tongue for fear of the retribution that could’ve followed. After all, I don’t know you; I don’t know what you could be capable of doing to me and mine. So, instead, I’ll tell you here. Have you ever watched the one you love struggle to breathe, barely able to stay conscious, talking about pins and needles rising through her limbs and a shooting pain in her left arm? Have you ever watched such a thing when you’re already haunted by the ghosts of loved ones lost, fearing the next person could be your partner? Have you been told by paramedics to fetch a defibrillator if one is available? Because I have, and I felt so sure, at one point this past week, that I was about to lose the person dearest to me. It all worked out OK, but we were lucky; 6.32 million people weren’t lucky, at the time of writing this article. And sure, you’re probably fit; you’re maybe even vaccinated, but you just don’t know how this virus is going to affect you and yours. This week was harrowing, and that comes from me — the person who has been terrified of catching this virus for over two years, who has been practicing every safeguard and yet still caught it anyway due to the growing complacency of a vast number. I’ve coughed so much I thought my throat would tear. I’ve cried, feeling too weak to cook, eat, stay awake, and take care of my partner. And the funny thing is, I’ve had it reasonably easy. My partner has slept most of every day. Her fatigue has barely lessened. And, while I’m able to work now, she’s still unable to. We’re both afraid of the possibility of long-COVID. What happens then? Are you just not that worried about losing income? Losing loved ones? Losing yourself? As infections spike again in the United Kingdom, and breaking studies suggest that two new Omicron variants are unaffected by antibodies from vaccination and prior infection, I have to wonder what it would take for someone like you to care. For what it’s worth, though, I hope you don’t get it from me. This week wasn’t fun, and instead of making me less afraid of COVID-19 as I hoped it might, it’s actually done the opposite. My fears are fresh and ripe, as they should be for you. COVID-19 is still here, and we haven’t seen the last of it. If someone like me — who is reasonably healthy, vaccinated, wearing a mask, and routinely sanitizing his hands — can catch COVID-19 despite every precaution, what does it mean for the more vulnerable among us? What does it mean for someone like you, who “isn’t that worried” about it?

    Community Voices

    Fear that I'm not really ok...

    I was diagnosed with #POTS 2 1/2 years ago, and have been living with symptoms for at least 7 years. For the first 2 yrs after my diagnosis, I was stuck with a doctor who clearly wasn't putting in much effort to help me, so I saw no improvement at all. I now have a great doctor that I love, and his treatment plan was so encouraging, but I'm currently pretty #discouraged because since January I have had covid and walking pneumonia, therefore I've had a big setback. I'm so tired of feeling bad ALL the time. I have 2 young kids, and I feel like my lack of ability to participate in things with them is wrecking their childhood. I also have always been a big worrier, so even if I've dealt with certain symptoms before, if they are really acting up, I get afraid that the doctors missed something, and I'm gonna die. I just need a community that understands and that can reassure me that my symptoms are normal to my condition. #mentallyexhausted #sotired

    Community Voices

    I'm new here!

    Hi, my name is Girlonth3Go. I'm here because I am having many health issues that become far worse COVID and I wonder if my symptoms are actually EDS that have been made worse by COVID infection. My D was Dx with hEDS and I had symptoms as a child. I haven't had any formal Dx but suspect EDS.


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    Community Voices

    We have COVID-19 now, and I'm feeling panicked.

    I tested positive on Monday. I've had moderately bad flu-like symptoms. I'm not feeling any worse, but also not any better. My wife just tested positive today. Our 6 year old daughter is still testing negative but she has some symptoms and I think it's a matter of time. Has anyone else been in a situation like this? Both parents have Covid, still have to care for the child and feed the pets and everything? How did you manage? My anxiety is through the roof and I'm not coping well. I could use some support here. I just want us all to get healthy and stay healthy. #COVID19 #Anxiety #Depression #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder #CheckInWithMe

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    Jane L Edwards

    Lessons Learned in 10 Years of Living With Chronic Illness

    Ten long years. 10 years of hoping I will improve. 10 years of taking serious medications with serious side effects. 10 years and somehow, I don’t feel I have progressed physically. I haven’t gotten “better,” but I am better at managing my condition and my life. It all started with a toothache and a tiredness that sleep could not cure. The removal of all my wisdom teeth, three rounds of antibiotics, and numerous visits to the dentist later, and I heard the words that I will never forget: “Something is wrong, and you need to urgently see your doctor.” Thanks to my fab dentist (who I’m still with now), that is what I did. But getting a correct diagnosis is not always as simple as seeing your doctor for some tests. And so, several weeks of visiting my GP and having blood tests led to an emergency stay for two weeks in the hospital. Then countless doctors and endless tests later, and I received a diagnosis: microscopic polyangiitis, also known as Wegener’s vasculitis. It wasn’t the outcome I had expected, but what was happening to me was still not clear. When one doctor questioned my symptoms and another doctor proved me right, I learned valuable lessons. Ultimately, you must look out for yourself and find experts you can trust. I have learned a lot in 10 years, and maybe I have progressed more than I think. I have a team that I trust, I have some stability with my health, and I have family and friends who understand that sometimes, my illness is too much for me, and I need to hide away. But overall, I have a new life — one that wasn’t planned and one that is restricted in some ways. However, it is a life filled with love and respect. The new version of my life is quite lovely, so I think I will keep it — medications and all. It’s called “chronic illness” for a reason. After my diagnosis, I thought I could battle through. I thought I would win. I thought I was invincible. Unfortunately, I couldn’t win, and I was so far from invincible. 10 years on, I am still battling and visiting hospitals monthly, but I am also still hopeful. I did not understand the words “chronic illness.” When a colleague asked me how I was managing, and I said my illness was still dragging on, his response floored me. He simply said, “Well, it is chronic.” It was such a straightforward comment, but it really hit home. Did I think my illness would just go away? Had I not believed that it would stay with me for the rest of my life? Had I just ignored reality? Am I still ignoring it? I try to forget that I have a severe illness. I try to “prove it wrong,” almost as though if I keep going, somebody will soon tell me it was all a joke and that I am OK. The COVID-19 pandemic changed my life. The last few years have been tough for us all. The COVID-19 pandemic changed many things. For me, it felt like a strange clinical trial — I got to remove all the travel and interactions with people and see what happens to an immunosuppressed person with an autoimmune disease. The lack of infections allowed me to drop my medication dose. It also allowed me to work alongside colleagues as equals and not as the only one who was not physically in the room. The pandemic meant I had the energy to be with my family. The world became as restricted as I have been, and it leveled the playing field. Not anymore, though. As the world becomes “normal” again, I become “abnormal” again, and the pressure to join in returns. I have had a number of common infections, and so my medication dose went back up. The large “clinical trial” that has been my life during COVID-19 has given me resounding answers to some of my problems. But solving these problems is not financially straightforward in the real world. Thank you for all the support. The past 10 years have been tough — full of knockouts and disappointment. But they have also been full of laughter, love, and special people. My family has been amazing. Even if we do lots of shouting some days, when it matters, we are a tight unit, and we deal with everything together. My family members are my strength, and I wish I could repay all the support, love, and kindness they have shown me. To the friends who came to the hospital with me or looked after the girls for me when they were little, thank you. To those who have listened to me cry even if it did not make much sense, thank you. My online friends deserve a “thank you” too. Since writing the book, the support from Instagram, Facebook and Twitter has been critical. Online friends, you may understand me. You are often awake at the same time as I am when I cannot sleep, and you may also know how scary and uncertain this disease can be. Thank you. To my boss and colleagues, thank you for all the encouragement and support, positive words, and understanding when I just couldn’t be in the room. You have been the most fantastic company for the last 10 years. George, the black Labrador and Burt, the cocker spaniel have helped me too. George and Burt, you will never know how much you have kept me moving. The movement has helped me avoid diabetes, brittle bones, weight struggles, and depression. Our walks help me both physically and mentally. This is what the future holds. Unfortunately, the medication that has given me some stability has now caused the doctors to think it has brought on ulcerative colitis, another autoimmune disease. This disease affects my bowel and brings more inflammation, more new investigations, more new medications, and yet another thing to learn to live with every day. But I will manage. The past 10 years of medications have caused osteoporosis in my back and hip, medication dependency, and weight changes. The fatigue is constant, and when I get to the end of a working day, I am lucky if I can speak to my family. I keep going, though. I am proud of how my family and I have all dealt with this life-changing diagnosis. I am proud of our resilience and ability to fight. I am also proud of how my children view this world with kindness, and I know that they will make a real difference as they turn into extraordinary young ladies. Vasculitis forced me to step back, look at my world, and focus my energy on the things that really matter. For now, I celebrate being alive, and I thank everyone who has helped me stay that way. It was not so long ago that a diagnosis of vasculitis was an immediate death sentence. I am grateful for the clinical advances and the care I have been given. Now can someone please invent a cure?