<p>I don’t have very supportive friends. They make fun of me for being rich (thanks guys) because therefore I have no problems.</p>
<p>Yeah, I have no problems. It’s not like in second grade I started rolling out of bed and crawling because standing was too painful. I wasn’t diagnosed with spondylolisthesis (when one of your vertebrae decides it doesn’t want to be in your spine any more, and will make an escape towards stage left.) I never had three spinal fusions because the first two failed, nor did I spend the better part of a year in a full body cast as a consequence. No, I had no emotional problems because of that.</p>
<p>It’s not like I still have scoliosis, which may or may not be progressing to such a degree that I will need another spinal fusion, of a lot more vertebrae, which would basically prevent me from doing anything requiring flexibility ever. And it’s not like I love dancing…</p>
<p>No, it’s not like I’m likely to have a genetic disease. It’s fun and cookies to be idiopathic, which translates to: “well, you have enough crazy janx going on with your health (two full-body anesthesia-requiring non-spinal surgeries as well) that you would have a disease except that there aren’t very many people with precisely that collection of symptoms, so you don’t have a disease. You’re just weird.” No, it’s not like there’s a chance that the genetic disease might make it irresponsible for me to have children. (To be irrevocably cut off from that option is a bigger deal than you might think.)</p>
<p>Is it really so much to ask of my “best” friends that when I say I’m worried about my health because I’ve had past health problems, they at least go “Oh?” instead of launching into a story about how their aunt gets headaches, or they have an annual checkup next month, asking me what our homework is, or, worst of all, going “Oh. Okay. Whatever.”?</p>
<p>It’s really not that bad compared to some of the things in this thread (the parental problems, and Niiice’s cancer), but it is so frustrating to have everyone assume I have a perfect life, and get shot down with a wall of a thousand "whatever"s when I try to tell people that I don’t, actually. I’m normally a happy and fine person, nor is this all a source of everyday concern (or self-pity), but this post is the result of a large buildup of not telling people things that they don’t particularly care to hear. This venting will probably do me for at least a year. :)</p>