Scary Monsters Super Creeps

In another time, long long ago this song meant everything to me: not just because I was a Bowie fan, not because I adored the freakish costumes and (at that time) state of the art video effects, but because the words meant so much at a time that was difficult and very uncertain.

I never thought that over 30 years on, they would seem so apt again.

Those of you who know me from Facebook will probably know by now that I was found 'fit for work' at my ESA assessment. I wont bore you with the details if you dont already know them but, essentially, this means that I must go and find work (for I am not entitled to any benefits from the State) or make an appeal against the decision in which case I shall be given £30 less per week than I am now until the Appeal panel make their decision. If I win I shall recieve ESA in return for jumping through various hoops that supposedly will enable me ot return to work. In any case the ESA will only last for 12 months and then that's it...no more money, no more support....I'm out of my own, on the scrapheap: a 56 (by then) year old, who has been out of work for 11 years, who has a chronic health condition (according to the GP) yet is fit to work (according to the 'medically trained' assessor at ATOS).

Those are the raw practical facts of the situation. They say nothing about the raw emotional facts of the situation.

After 38 years of living with M.E., CFS,,,call it what you like (I'm sick of the debating and arguments)...I am used to being
disbelieved,
humiliated,
spurned,
blamed,
unheard,
doubted,
ridiculed.

In the past, being a quiet  and sensitive soul (yes that's how I really am ) my reaction, in my youth, was to back-off, retreat, roll over and give in. As I got older and bolder my reaction changed to

'F*** You. Watch this !'  

However, the latter attitude requires energy...emotional and physical and that it something I lacked and lack still.

In all honesty, the last few years before I had to end work were steeped in the latter response: I was so determined to do what I wanted and needed to do (within work/career) after so many years of being held back by ill health that I moved heaven and earth .........and all the expense of my health.

I've learnt now that nothing is worth doing at the expense of my health and that my health is fragile and easily damaged by anything too demanding. So where does that leave me now ? How to respond to this latest insult, scourge of scorn and ridicule (for that's how it feels) ?

I am at a loss.

There is a huge part of me that really really wants to turn round and say

'Right, if you think I'm fit to work then I'll go back to f***ing work and work as hard as I can just to spite you. I'll go back and do all the stuff I've been wanting to do for the past 11 years whilst you have been looking down you nose at me, playing games with my health, happier to bung me my Incapacit Benefit than really try to find out what it wrong with me and help me recover'

'I'll stick two fingers up to you now that your lack of real interest in me doesn't suit you anymore: now that you want to turn the tables and blame me for being ill, and brand me a scrounger and malingerer and either throw me out with nothing or make me join a 'Work Group' so I can make cup cakes and castles out of shoe boxes' 

The other part of me knows this wont work; that I need to stay calm and see what happens.

In the meantime I feel betrayed, exhausted, sacrficed, bewildered, very angry and inept because I am facing a faceless enemy who hides behind spin, statistics, lies and self-interest.  As ever, it seems, I'm up against all the things I hate the most: bullying, deceipt, oneupmanship, competition whilst pasty-faced corrupt, ego-centris politcians and financiers snigger behind in their ivory towers.

Scary monsters, super creeps

M. E . Awareness

 

To be honest, after so long and after so many posts written for M.E. Awareness Day I've run out of things to say. Life goes on and every now and then there seems to be another glimpse of hope on the horizon.

However, compared to many glimpses of the past, these little rays of hope do look promising but they need all the help they can get in terms of support and finance so I would direct you to The Whittemore Peterson Institute. This private research facility in Reno Nevada has  made real breakthroughs recently and you can make a donation by going here.

Alternatively, and if you would like to get something for your money as well as helping to fund research you can go here where you will find a range of greeting cards, prints etc which have been designed by people with M.E.  All the profits go to XMRV research at the WPI. The card project was created by LeeLee Ingram who is an artist and performer living with M.E.

Like Clockwork - a response

Thought it easier to respond to all those comments to my last post by writing another.

Firstly, thank you so much for all the support, advice and suggestions.

Looking back at the post yesterday I felt quite embarassed at writing such a whingey, depressing diatribe. I try to be upbeat and positive and maintain a kind of 'just get on with it' attitude. However, having mentioned this on Facebook I was reminded that actually it's OK to admit to being down once in a while and, actually, if the boot was on the other foot i.e if I was responding to such a post I'd say the same as all of you.  I'm just not good at giving myself permission to be negative --- in public anyway.

It was actually an outpouring based upon several days of feeling slightly unwell, with a bad back and everything, everything being so difficult and complicated --- not actually because of my health problems but more down to the fact of other aspects of my life here. Having a disabled child and a very old and disabled dog makes things much more difficult for anyone: even trying to find the right car. I bought a 'new' car just before Xmas and it has been distastrous: we can't get my son's mobility scooter in it as well as all the shopping; the boot is too high for the dog to jump into so I have to lift him in and out (hence the bad back), the seat is all wrong for me and the person who owned it before me saturated everything in Febreeze and despite all my attempts I cannot iradicate the chemical smell. We wanted to book a holiday but everywhere was wrong because of my particular needs or my son's ...too smelly, too hilly, no proper disabled access etc etc etc. It just seemed like nothing was easy earlier in the week.

I know too that my partner working from home will be O.K. We've been together a longgggggg time and adapated to no end of different situations. I felt even better once I'd made a start (if only a small one) on redecorating what will become the office. I just needed to take control, make plans.

I DO make plans, 'to do' lists and keep to them mainly but in the last post I was thinking of the sort of 'blue sky' lists I used to make...the big dreams...the progression of a career, creating new work, paintings, films, moving etc. That's what I miss. Everything now is so diluted and small and minor. Whenever I have tried to go for big things (which take a lot of time and effort) I have been thwarted and left undone. For years I have had to settle for everything being small and piecemeal, fractured instead of the constant moving forward and earlier this week it just really got to me.

I need to pull in my horns and accept my own pace and carve out my own space

Thank you all again for all the support. It's great to have such a wonderful sounding board

Clockworkkkkkkkkkkkkk.........................................................

It's a big year Chez Cusp...lots of anniversaries and big birthdays.  I don't really like big occasions...too much pressure and I believe the stress of that is leading to all the dreams I've been having: bizarre, twisted dreams. Dreams about the past, the future, what I've lost, what might happen in the future. Last week, decent sleep was especially precious as each night I closed my eyes and off I went into another technicolour drama-roller-coaster of old memories all mixed up....like some demon had decided to remind me of all the things I used to do but put it through a blender first.

I feel like there's a lot of reassessing going on under the surface. Landmarks have been reached and its time to move forward but I'm unsure about how or what. 

In the normal scheme of things I'd have drawn up a plan with bullet points and worked through it. I was always good at that:..'this is the plan' was a joke in our house because that was how I worked...dreams, goals  and plans. But nothing is normal Chez Cusp....especially inside Cusp where I'm never sure how I'll feel physically or, at the moment, emotionally. Its not that I'm sad. I just feel sort of pressured that time is marching on, I've been living with serious M.E. for ten years and not much has changed for me ...and I want it to.

Recently, a very good blogging chum was writing about loss of independence due to ill health and how that can affect self-confidence, relationships, self-image. J is a real fighter....gets knocked down and gets back up. I get knocked down, lie there stewing ad thinking and then get up again. I know that being ill enough to keep me at home for 10 years has knocked my confidence. I get little glimpses of the old me...the confident in-charge me, the gung-ho me...and instead of helping me to think 'oh that part's still there' it undermines me because I know its not sustainable: I can only keep it up for so long.

The threat of being assessed for my ability to return to work terrifies me. I just don't know how I would manage going to work. I know that most days I can put on the face...especially in interview/meetings type scenarios and probably come across as confident, personable and capable (unless its a day where I cant find the words and barely remember my own name) but I have lost so much. The skills I had are still there but the whole art scene and funding scene has changed. The people I networked with have moved on. The contacts are lost...and most of all I can only do all that for a short period of time. I'm like a old clockwork toy that runs out of 'wind up not long after you've set me down on the floor

At home things are in flux. We have had the threat of my partner's job ending for months. Now it seems like it might be OK except there'll be more working at home (because office space is scarce so they'll all be gievn a laptop and work at home). To be honest that feels like another piece of my independence lost: for all the company and help I get I need a few days alone in the house, to move about at my own pace ( i.e slowly, amblingly) to not have to worry about other people because, to be honest, even after all this time, I still don't really go at MY pace when other people are at home with me: I kind of try to keep up with the flow and then cover up my 'failings'. It's because I still feel embarassed, ashamed of the fact that I'm not the person I was and because I hate the feeling of lost independence; I need someone else to do a pick up of kids or drive to the supermarket but if I can do it myself (even if its too much) I will because I dont want to give in, be dependent, be frail. 

Some of this stuff comes from habit: I spent so long covering up my illness at work for so many years that it's kind of second nature. Some of it is much much deeper stuff from childhood..from being seen as weak and vulnerable and being determined that I wouldn't be perceived like that anymore. I remember an incident in A&E a few years back when I'd had a nasty fall and ripped out three fingernails. The nurse took one look at me and said 'We must get you  in a wheelchair. You look so pale and we dont want you falling over in here.'  She was saying it because she was concerned, caring.....and I was livid, furious at being 'put' in a wheelchair. I felt like it was a punishment for being so stupid as to fall over in the first place ....so everyone could look at me and point the finger in the waiting room 'Look at that goon..can't even buy 5 things in Tesco without falling over'

So many losses and such frustration. So much I want to do and so hard to do them. So sick of still being in thrall to that dark shadow and sick of being incapable of drawing up a plan and working through it: 'This is the plan'......what's the point ?

A long drive to nowhere.......

I got a real flashback/pang yesterday...first in a long time: waiting for my daughter to come out from after school club.

All the other parents waiting in their cars and a beautiful Spring evening. I'd had a very rough day...a lot of pain, digetsive problems, fatigue..spent an hour on bed in afternoon with TENS machine.

I looked at the other parents and thought...

'they're all normal (actually they may not be !)...they're all normal and have had normal days just getting on with stuff...been to work, been to the shops etc etc...I remember that and it's so long ago'

...and then immediately I got a flashback to when this really started in earnest: a day when I'd had a lieu day or afternoon off work and collected my daughter early from nursery .

I'd decided to take her to the seaside ..about 20 miles ...for an ice cream and a toddle by the sea. We got there, with me feeling jaded, and she didn't want to walk/toddle so I got the buggy from out of the car and pushed her a little way by the sea to her favourite spot where there's a rock garden.

I had to sit down ...winded, exhausted. I remember thinking,

'Oh God I've got to push her back to the car and drive home. I can't do it...I haven't got the energy....there's nothing there.'

Of course I had to...we had to get home.

She was about 18 months and I put on the jolly face as we licked our ice creams. I was terrified that my exhaustion and fear would show in my face. I somehow pushed her back to the car, changed her nappy, loaded the buugy and drove home...I knew something was really wrong. I collapsed washing up later....trying to act as if nothing was wrong, that it would all go away.

...and in the meantime I've been at home a lot, watching my career go down the pan, my life disintegrate, my daughter grow to a teenager, watching the other parents progress, get on with ordinary things that they take for granted....and I'm still in the same spot...watching every move, fearful, wondering if I can make it from my metaphorical seat in a rock garden to a car that could take me away from all this

Veteran

Lately I've noticed there's a growing trend amongst the M.E. Community: those who have had the illness for a long time are being called 'veterans'. It's a term I hate.
I know that in terms of dictionary definition 'veteran' means '....a person who has had long service or experience in a particular occupation or field' but in my mind I associate the word with people who have made a great contribution or been brave or done something marvellous...like soldiers in battle. They have something to celebrate.

As someone who was diagnosed 10 years ago and has probably had M.E. for 35 years I could be, have been, referred to as a veteran and yet I don't feel I have anything to celebrate; nor do I feel courageous, valiant or as if I have made any particular contribution in terms of M.E. It's just as it is...I'm me, I have M.E., I've had it a bloody long time and I've tried to make the best of what I have when I can...and everyone else's life, M.E. or not, is the same: we all have our ups and downs, all have our cards dealt and have to deal with that hand.

I'm beginning to think that there must be something in the air because there have been other bloggers posting about having the condition for a long time. Nasim has had M.E./Cocksackie since 1984 and wrote this piece last week. It rings more bells with me than anybody else's writing about long term M.E. because she speaks about the fact that how you feel , physically, becomes the 'default' -- it's just how it is and once you reach a certain stage or level of activity there's little else to do but just get on with things as best you can.

Rachel has also written an interesting piece today about her 4 year M.E. anniversary and the challenge that sets because she was told at diagnosis that most people with M.E. get better after 4 years or remain unwell. Of course, in the meantime, this supposition has been discredited but it still set a precedent that is difficult to ignore.

My (edited) response was this:
...Oh its all so familiar and you put it very well. I reckon I’ve probably had M.E. for 35 years now … and I have managed a life in the periods where ‘it’ was at a point where I could do stuff (with rests) and all the ducking and diving; got married, did a degree, developed a career, had children…all that whilst never really being well in the same sense as other people…just well enough, active enough to manage those things if I was careful, very careful.

I was diagnosed 10 years ago and really feel like I’ve tried everything that I feel is appropriate for me. There are those who would encourage me to still keep trying other stuff, other medication, other treatments but to be honest I’m sick of it all and none of it works very well so as long as I can get by I feel I have to be happy with my lot and grateful its not worse or like it was in relapse two years ago.

Maybe 4 or 5 years ago I remember going to my GP and saying that I seemed to have improved from initial diagnosis (that was an understatement…being bedridden, unable to see or hear or speak properly was hell) and yet I had reached a plateau and what could he suggest to push me forward…and the answer was ‘nothing’ and ‘I don't know’.

I was furious at the time but I guess he was just being honest. Sometimes things are just as they are and we have to try to accept and encourage those around us to accept too....'

and that's how I feel...that, despite all the razzmatazz about XMRV and anti-virals, despite all the hoo-hah about recognition of the illness, despite all the Cheneys, Teitelbaums, Protocols, Myhill, Lightning Process, Reverse Therapy, WPI...despite all that stuff I still have to go on living and I still have to get up in the morning, be grateful that I can (nowadays) , make sure the children are fed, warm, the dog walked and medicated (he's been very poorly), the house clean, the cupboards stocked, the clothes washed, the admin. done, the appointments made and kept....and....and....and.

But what would make a HUGE difference to me is if M.E. was recognised as a tough thing to live with whilst you are trying to live a life. Everyone talks about the symptoms but few people seem to talk about the 'living with'. My life would be easier if people recognised that difficulty and if I could live in a country where I/We were supported and assisted rather than sniped at and undermined by a Government that seems hell bent on making every vulnerable, or ill or disabled person's life increasingly difficult and precarious............

I don't want medals. I don't want a special title. I want recognition of the everyday difficulties of keeping my head above water and some recognition of the fact of how people with an unrecognised, unvalidated illness spend their lives ducking and diving, striving and trying and missing out on opportunities because they have to spend so much energy and time kind of 'going along with the lie' until they can't do it anymore and fall over into true chronic illness

I see changes afoot !

Every new year seems to accentuate the focus on the challenges of the year ahead and the changes that may come. Some can be foreseen. Some come as a surprise or shock.

This new year the Cusp household knows that there will be changes on the work front. My partner was told just before Xmas that, come the end of March ,there will be no more job: the charity will run out of money. Pity really, because if they could have just hung on until September the Association would have been 75 years old...75 years of helping and supporting blind and visually impaired people in our district and now, thanks to swingeing cuts and the new Coalition's climate of 'save every penny and to hell with the weak and vulnerable...' it will be no more.

It isn't all doom and gloom. Partner has many strings to bow and there are all sorts of possibilities. In a strange way it is kind of exciting...looking at all the possibilities and opportunities for reinvention.

Yesterday we had a visit from an old friend,R. Partner and R were at Art School together when punk was new, possibilities were boundless and fear of the future was an unknown. R is a gentle and thoughtful chap. Over the past few years he has had his share of troubles and come out the other side. A year ago he lost the job he had been doing for 20 years and has reinvented himself with a complete change of career.

I sat back and listened to these two old chums chatting about the old days and the new days to come; both saying how at this age (nearly 50) they were old enough to be able to draw on experience and maturity yet still young enough to take on new challenges, new careers.

I was sort of included in the conversation as if I was one of them. At one point I was even asked if I would like to join them in a plan to do artwork with older people....which is what I used to do before I HAD to give up work. It hadn't occurred to either of them that, whilst they were talking about losing a job through redundancy ---- with the possibility of retraining or creating a new opportunity, I had lost my job through ill health with no hope of retraining or new exciting possibilities. There was to be no retraining for me, no new challenges on the work front, no exciting reinvention... just the challenge of trying to get by from day to day, to keep breathing. It left me feeling that neither of them really understood how it must be to suddenly have no job and have no idea if you could ever return to work...not because you'd be unable to find another job or create a new opportunity but because just surviving, just breathing would be more than enough to cope with.

In any case I almost certainly already have other people wondering what sort of work I could return to : namely the DWP (Dept of Work & Pensions) who will surely some day send me a letter 'inviting' me to go for my ESA assessment to see if I am capable of returning to work. Based on the experience of other people with M.E. I am pretty sure they will find me capable and so I wait with bated breath and wonder what on earth I could do that would be even vaguely meaningful and productive and yet still leave me capable of functioning at home where I attempt to keep up with the daily grind of necessary duties so that this house and home moves along smoothly.

One idea I came across in a moment of whimsy and fear is to follow this opportunity trail which is currently appearing in local Job Centres. I could work from home, spin a few yarns and 'increase my wedge'. Do you think I'd have to wear a bejewelled scarf round my head and gaze into a crystal ball whilst on the phone. Makes you wonder about the psychic and esoteric industry !