Even the simplest tasks tire me out. I worry that things will get to a point where I won’t be able to continue living on my own any more at some stage. I’ve already gotten a taste of people trying to dictate to me what my condition is and isn’t relevant to, including an accusation of hanging my condition over someone’s head after they asked me to explain why certain plans I made with them fell apart.
I knew this was going to be difficult going into this. I know that there will be more unnecessary bullshit I’ll have to deal with from people who couldn’t give a damn about my condition but have everything to say about how I should handle it.