An interview in British Vogue with American actress Selma Blair, who has MS.
It can’t be an easy story to tell. Born into a Jewish upper-middle-class family in Michigan, by the time Blair was seven she had lost use of her right eye, left leg and her bladder. Her mother, a judge, feared Blair had cancer, but she was a complex figure (“though she loved me very much”, Blair says) and at times became frustrated with her daughter’s extra needs. Looking back, it was the ravages of undiagnosed juvenile MS, but at the time Blair was labelled an attention-seeker and dismissed by doctors. “If you’re a boy with those symptoms, you get an MRI. If you’re a girl, you’re called ‘crazy’.”
As a child, Blair would wake up in the night laughing hysterically. As an adult, the darker side hit: waves of uncontrollable crying that came out of nowhere. “I just thought I was a hugely emotional person,” she confides. In reality, her undiagnosed MS had damaged her frontal lobe – the equivalent of a brain injury. Blair would not get a diagnosis for another 40 years. “I looked like a ‘normal’ girl to them,” she says, “but I was Disabled this whole time.”
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The past few years have seen Blair’s MS go into remission – thanks, in part, to the hematopoietic stem cell transplantation she received in 2019 – but her condition fluctuates. On a good day, she is laughing and out of the house with friends. On a bad day, she is vomiting, collapsed in bed. “Sometimes I can’t eat for days, and then when I can relax I overdo it and all the hunger rushes in,” she confides a few days later, settled back at home in LA. “I require more sleep than a bear in winter.”