Dear Nice Person……

Dear Nice Person……

Dear nice friendly person:

No, I don’t feel fine. Thankyou for saying I am looking really well. I know that you are only trying to be kind and upbuilding. Unfortunately it reminds me of the fact that even when I feel sick people think I’m doing well, and therefore I must be putting it on.I know this is not the case, but I think it anyway.
I am sorry, nice friendly person, that I am not talking much back to you. It is kind of you to ask me all about things I am up to in my life and work but I am using my last bit of energy to breathe at the moment. I am not being rude to you, I would love to talk more, and feel so awful that I must be giving the impression of someone totally disinterested and ungrateful. Inside I feel sad. But I cannot form the words, today they are too tiring. Please read the Spoon Theory – you may get a glimpse of how it is. For now though, I wish I could say this to you. Be honest. But I smile, say I’m fine, and attempt to eke out a few words in response to your kindness. I then go, leaving you feeling like I’m pretty unfriendly. I am sorry. If you got to know me, you’d realise I’m quite nice really.

Dear lovely friend:

I’m sorry I couldn’t hold a coherent conversation with you on the phone. I love chatting with you but worry you must think I don’t want to be bothered with you, can’t wait to get off the phone. I’m sorry. My pain is making it difficult to talk and draining energy for chat, and the drugs addle me somewhat. I’d love to have a good long girlie chat, but today I cannot. It’s not you, it’s me, and all that.

Dear Daughter and Daughter’s friends:

I’m delighted you are having fun together today. I would love to be up and about making cakes for you and giving you drinks and making you feel welcome and at home. I am so sorry I’m huddled on the sofa under a blanket looking pretty rank. I worry about your impressions of me. I shouldn’t. I wish, DD, that I could be a better Mum for you.

Dear Son:

I’d love to play games with you all day. I wonder if you think I don’t care very much about you sometimes, when you’ve asked me and I’ve yet again said no. And when you’ve asked me for a story and I’ve said not tonight. Tonight I just haven’t got the breath, DS. I love you so much and wish I could do more for you and with you. I’ll read that story soon.

Dear Random Stranger:

Please don’t ask me what I do, or suggest what I could do. OK? Thanks. 🙂

Dear Adventure Bloke:

I am so grateful I never have to pretend with you, or apologise for being ill. Not that I’d get away with such antics.

Dear God:

Thanks that you know all these things and all these thoughts and all these feelings. And I never have to pretend with you. And I know you’re always with me.

2 thoughts on “Dear Nice Person……

  1. Just found this Liz,sorry you know that I know but you still brought a smile to my face,very rare recently.I do so hope that things do improve for you so you can smile too.Love to you and your family.I am to see the neurologist on the 29th january 2013 but untill then ,at least, I have people nudging each other and saying "I see he is drunk again!" I absolutely could not be bothered to explain.x

  2. Oh, oh, OH!!!!! I HATE "how are you?" or even, "hey, how'r'ya'doing?" Almost no one asking this question is *actually* asking, "how are you – no really, how are you?" as if a genuine answer was wanted. It's a superficial encounter, a way of saying "hello" without genuinely wanting the answer.

    I often wonder what would happen if, when faced with this question, I responded, "Actually, I've had a terrible day today, Adam has been screaming all day, is sick again, more tests, more doctors appointments, more stress, he's still hearing impaired, visually impaired, developmentally delayed, still not speaking…….." No, it's just not worth it is it?

    Instead, I just choose to respond, "Hello." while trying to wind my neck in and understand that they really are just being friendly even though it drives me nuts. Then I do my real dumping on those who "get it" – you know? Yah, I think you do. :-)x

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