How do you get past the "why can't you do its?" the (groan) "really? If I have to, I will." Why can't they just understand my limitations? I feel guilty asking my family to help me.
I need to get out and do things, but I want to isolate myself from things that make me feel sicker. How can I do both?I became a different person after disability and handicap. After not being able to do many of the things that defined who I was to me. For me. First it was losing the ability to engage in paying work. Then it was household chores; mowing the lawn, working in the yard, even most dusting and sweeping (dust and mold allergies are my main Meniere's triggers aside from stress) I have been reduced to editorializing on life from the sanctity of my home office where I have reduced the distractions and triggers to a minimum.
I'm right there with you. I feel like I'm hiding and that is probably because I am. Hiding from my symptoms and their triggers. I don't know if this is the right way to cope or not, but I'll do what I have to do to get by, because that is the minimum standard I've set for myself.
I don't know how you can communicate the limitations to the people around you. My wife and children are among the most supportive people I know and even they have to be reminded of my limitations sometimes. I suggest trying not to take the grumping about unwanted burdens placed on those around you as personal attacks. The people who pick you up and care for you are caught in this situation with you. They have every bit as much right to be frustrated as you do.
I recommend frequent hugs, myself. I find them very therapeutic for everyone involved.
This is the new normal for us. For anyone suffering from chronic illness. There is no other real way for us to approach it. To get past it. Embrace your limitations and do the best you can around them. We have to focus on the day to day. The here and now.
There can be no plans, no tomorrow, without someone willing to pick up the slack because there is going to be slack. We can't kid ourselves about that fact. If it isn't a limitation, it wouldn't be an illness. It wouldn't be a disability.
Maybe it's just me. I don't know. I've fought against disability all my life pretty much without realizing it. There have always been various limitations that I've just worked around. Meniere's is just one more constraint that I don't want and didn't ask for, but there is no disputing its presence so make the best of it.
We can't wish it away, god knows I've tried enough times. The closest I ever come to prayer is in the depths of a vertigo spell. "Just make it stop." After awhile it becomes "just make it through this minute." Then it progresses to "five more minutes." Then ten, then fifteen, then onwards. If you get to the end of the attack, you get to see another day. Every morning you get to see, like the pilot who says "any landing you can walk away from" is a good one.
Enjoy the sunrise.