ilikebeingsickanddisabled

t h e w o r l d o f i n v i s i b l e i l l n e s s

Effect of invisible (hidden) disability on relationship

Most couples experience predictable problems at different stages of each individual’s life and stages of the relationship. Couples where one or both partners experience invisible chronic illness/disability experience the same problems, only more so and in additional ways.

TASTEE FREEZE, IT AIN’T

    I’ve been working working diligently on getting a new website up and running.  It’s taken me days.  Lots of ’em.  Too many of ’em.  It’s likely I’ve looked at, re-read, and probably rewritten the site for weeks.  I should go live in San Fran; sometimes I feel so efen foggy. Good news to know that even physically healthy people are becoming cognitively overloaded with the barrage of info coming at us […]

Continue Reading →

DOES BEING 60 COUNT AS A DISABILITY?

Almost 2 years ago, IBM moved David’s job to India, and didn’t invite him to go along. Like many too many experienced workers toward the top edge of professional competence, he’s been unable to replace the job that ended almost 3 years ago. He’s smart with a tremendous work ethic, but he’s 62. Maybe too smart? Or maybe too 62? I don’t recall anyone being so blatant (or stupid) as […]

Continue Reading →

WHAT GAME SHOW DO YOU WANT TO BE ON?

The Romans had their games (think chariots racing or gladiators fighting). So did the jousting, dragon-slaying Brits. Aztecs (or was it Incas?) played a form of soccer with severed heads of their enemies. Of course the pains of losing were final; a defeated gladiator couldn’t try again later. Here’s my take on the game shows I’ve considered…what about you? “Fear Factor”? What sadist thought this game up? “The Biggest Loser”? […]

Continue Reading →

YOUR MOTHER IS FULL OF GARBAGE. SO IS YOUR DAD.

When you swim in the ocean, you never know when you’re gonna get a snoot-full of saltwater. Gloucester fishermen tell tales that, if you swim far enough, there are whole islands of garbage out there. And just when we figure it’s safe to go in the water, a rogue wave comes out of nowhere (we think) and BAM! we’re underwater. That sounds like most relationships to me: Unpredictable, loaded with […]

Continue Reading →

EARTH TO HEFNER. COME IN, HUGH. HUGH?

I’m not stalking this guy, really.  I never intended to say so much, so many times, about Hugh Hefner.  But I just accidentally came across something he said I can’t keep quiet about.  See if you have the same reaction. Reality tv and reality aren’t the same thing. LIKE HE KNOWS FROM REALITY?  He wear pajamas in a mansion on another planet for god’s sake.   Hefner’s created a sexual fantasy world […]

Continue Reading →

I’M IN LOVE AND GEEZ IT HURTS!

Nobody wanted to hear this on Valentine’s Day.  So I’m debuting my list today instead.  Drum roll, please! Here’s my TOP TEN LIST OF BEST-DOWN-IN-THE-DUMPS-ABOUT-LOVE songs.  What’re yours? 1.    I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry – Hank Williams 2.    Love Hurts – Roy Orbison 3.    She’s Out of My Life – Michael Jackson 4.    In My Life – The Beatles 5.    Unbreak My Heart – Toni Braxton 6.    Even Now – […]

Continue Reading →

WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF . . .?

It’s complicated.  Researchers devise lots of studies about attractiveness.  Things like what foods are sexy and the number of dates you get based on where your eyes are in relation to your ears.  Don’t know anyone who’s gone under the knife to rearrange their ears.  Except her.    That we fund grants to gain this knowledge  is obvious — we hear about the results on OWN, read them in Cosmo, know they’re true based […]

Continue Reading →

I’M TOO BUSY TO HAVE AN AFFAIR

Blame it on the neoconservativemilitaryindustrialcomplex.  Monogamy, I mean.  I can hear the chatter of people who justify outside-the-relationship behavior because of our biologically-primed desire to dine at the sexual buffet.  Was it really eagermess to produce a son and heir that had Henry going through all those wives?  I guess if you can create your own church and behead who you’re tired of, justification isn’t needed.   Anyway, there’s been a lot of academic support for […]

Continue Reading →

YOU’LL KNOW ME BY THE WAY I SMELL

It’s my signature scent: coffee and cream. I wear it on all my clothes, and dash it on rugs and upholstery. Drop drips on sueded shoes. Like a pre-teen soaking stationery in perfume, I’ve been known to drench papers, important or not. There are several drying on papertowels as I write. Coffee and Cream is not an unpleasant way to smell, but it’s not Chanel. It is, however, a more […]

Continue Reading →