‘Oh, I see you’re limping away?’
*awkward pause as they wait for me to say*
‘How are you? You’re looking well?’
I deflect back, you don’t know my hell.
Confused, they’re thrown.
No gossip? Poor show.
‘What’s wrong?’, their patience expires.
‘Oh, just this long term thing’.
About the Author
Arthritis blogger, freelance writer and advocate who has had psoriatic-associated Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis from childhood.
Raising awareness and sharing his experiences to help others, Joel specialises in parenting, pain and the mental health impact of living with chronic illness and writes for several leading charities and organisations including Scope, Versus Arthritis and Health Union.