A Beginner's Guide to Talking to Someone With MS (Without Sounding Like an Idiot)

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Good morning, afternoon fellow humanoids and NHI...

...and a warm welcome to anyone who has accidentally wandered into this corner of organised neurological chaos.

Today's public service announcement is aimed at the healthy population.

Don't panic.

Nobody is asking you to perform brain surgery.

Nobody expects you to memorise the immune system.

You simply need to master the incredibly difficult skill of opening your mouth without your brain immediately taking annual leave.

Apparently this is harder than it looks.

Living with Multiple Sclerosis means you hear the same comments over...

and over...

and over...

until eventually you're tempted to fake your own death simply to avoid hearing them again.

So, in the interests of humanity, here is...

A Beginner's Guide to Talking to Someone With MS Rule One

If you don't understand MS...

don't explain MS.

This sounds obvious.

Apparently it isn't.

"But you look well."

Thank you.

So did the Titanic before it hit the iceberg.

MS doesn't come with flashing lights, smoke pouring from your ears or a zombie complexion.

Most of us become Olympic-standard actors.

We're experts at pretending everything is fine while our nervous system quietly conducts a house fire behind the scenes.

Looking well simply means we've become very good at suffering discreetly.

"My aunt's neighbour's dog walker had MS..."

Fantastic.

Did they also have my MRI?

My lesions?

My nervous system?

My medical history?

No?

Then we're probably comparing completely different diseases that merely share the same name.

MS is like snowflakes.

Except instead of being beautiful and festive...

every one tries to ruin your life differently.

"Have you tried yoga?"

No.

Because clearly twenty years of neurologists somehow overlooked stretching.

You've done it.

You've solved neurology.

Somebody call Stockholm.

The Nobel Prize committee are waiting.

"Maybe it's stress."

Yes.

Having a brain that occasionally forgets how legs work can be a little stressful.

Excellent observation.

"Everything happens for a reason."

If the reason involves my immune system trying to assassinate my spinal cord...

I'd quite like to have a word with management.

"At least it's not..."

Stop.

Just...

stop.

Pain isn't the Olympics.

Nobody wins the gold medal for suffering.

There is no podium.

No national anthem.

No commemorative tea towel.

"You should stay positive."

I do.

Most days.

Other days I discover my left leg has resigned without giving notice.

Positivity doesn't repair damaged myelin.

If it did, the NHS would simply prescribe motivational posters.

"You don't need that mobility scooter."

Correct.

I bought it because I enjoy being overtaken by pensioners pushing shopping trolleys.

Nothing says freedom quite like crawling uphill at four miles an hour while traffic forms a small county behind you.

"You're too young to be disabled."

You're too old to be saying something that stupid.

"Have you tried this miracle supplement?"

Ah yes...

the mysterious powder discovered by somebody's cousin on Facebook.

Amazing how the entire neurological community somehow missed this miracle cure that's apparently available for £39.99 plus postage.

Things You CAN Actually Say

"I'm sorry you're having a rough day."

"I'm here if you need anything."

"Would you like me to carry that?"

"Fancy a cuppa?"

Congratulations.

You've just demonstrated more emotional intelligence than half the internet.

Final Thoughts

People rarely mean to be hurtful.

Most simply don't know what to say.

Unfortunately...

many decide that not knowing what to say is an excellent reason to say absolutely everything that falls out of their mouth.

Living with MS isn't about wanting sympathy.

It's about wanting people to realise that invisible doesn't mean imaginary.

Some days we're walking.

Some days we're limping.

Some days we're rolling around on mobility scooters pretending we're auditioning for Mad Max: Disabled Road Warriors.

The illness changes.

The symptoms change.

The pain changes.

The fatigue changes.

What never changes...

is how refreshing it is when somebody simply treats you like a human being instead of a medical mystery wrapped inside an inspirational Facebook quote.

Until next time...

Try not to accidentally cure anybody with yoga.

The neurologists get terribly upset.

Final Thought

If you've got MS, share this with somebody who means well but accidentally speaks before engaging their central nervous system.

They might just learn something.

still peace healing love and light to all who read this blog

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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