It’s such an honest, heartbreaking and yet hopeful article! Thank you,
@Simon M and
@Chris Ponting!
Your words, Simon: “It’s like I’m surrounded by an electric fence that will trigger a bad day if I touch it. But the fence is invisible, and moves every day." They reminded me of something similar I wrote ten years ago. It’s quite interesting that many of us use the same kind of metaphors to describe what’s happening, without knowing each other. When I wrote this, I had never heard of ME and didn’t yet have a diagnosis, but I could no longer live a normal life. (English isn’t my first language so I apologize for any errors.)
Know your place
Have you ever tried to touch a live electric fence? Sufficient current flow to keep the animals inside. Imagine that your own body is electrically conductive in the same way. You're fine as long as you stay in your place. As soon as you try to go outside, you get electric shocks.
Place, know your place. You have no business being out there. If you are good and sit really still, we can move the limit. Just enough for you to enjoy a little more space, get some juicier grass. Are you happy now? So happy that you want to go a little further?
Place, know your place. Haven't you learned yet? You can never go beyond the limits of the body. How many times do you have to burn yourself in order for you to learn?
What’s that? Do you want to know where the fence is, where the line is drawn? Do you want to know for how long you have to stay in there?
Don't ask so much. Know your place. No one can measure the limits that are set for you. Besides, it’s only you who gets burned. The shocks get stronger the more you try, so make up your mind. Will you sit pretty and wait?
Want to ask someone else for advice? Why?
No one else sees the fence you're talking about.