A good boundary #lifelessons #dignity #skills #health #love #support

There is an old saying “Good boundaries make good neighbours”… this has never been more true than for those facing serious illness, diseases or disabilities. Although it is also one of the HARDEST things to do during some of the most painful and physically challenging times of our lives.

When I was healthier, and in much greater command of my body and actions, I could more easily aid myself in being able to set limits and boundaries about who has access to me,my time, my body and my efforts. That was the body I lived in for most of my life. That was the body I lived in, worked in, entertained in, loved in and planned a future in; that is the body I no longer have today.

The body I have today is unpredictable, painful, uncooperative and at the mercy of medicine, the weather, the doctors, pain, the healthcare system and the fates. I don’t have the same privileges and abilities that I once had and I must relearn how to interact with the world I once knew.

The great irony of the health system is that although it relies on those in need of medical assistance for money and to justify its existence, it actually does very little to work in with the needs of those seeking medical assistance. For example. If you go to hospital you are subject to THEIR rules, their timetables, their staffing, their attitudes, their administrative requirements etc even though you may not be capable of fitting in with any of these due to being not well or sick. Similar to the way that governments are more designed for helping and assisting politicians and public servants more than it actually helps citizens or tax payers. Even though you may be desperately in need of relief and assistance you will find that you will rely on the timing and requirements of hospitals and administrators even though you will ultimately pay for the privilege and have to live with the consequences.

The need for boundaries might mean that you are very clear to doctors, nurses, administrators [whoever] what YOUR wishes and desires are and be prepared to stand by those requirements. Even at your most weakest moment. In these cases the old saying that ‘fortune favours the prepared’ is probably your strongest ally when it comes to fighting for any of your rights. My husband has been my inspiration here. He always says that the test he uses when asking something of the medical profession he asks himself “is it fair , is it respectful and is it reasonable?” If the answer is yes then he [and we] must be prepared to put up that boundary on our treatment. Nothing about becoming sick should require you to hand in your rights to dignity, care and respect, but alas, you will need to fight for them. If there are readers out there who have no idea what I am talking about then I envy you, your luck and your health care; for those of you who DO know what I am talking about, you are not alone!

Another boundary I never imagined having to re-establish is the social one. Although prior to getting sick I was an incurable people pleaser, I can not afford to let my health be at the mercy of other peoples wishes or expectations. I learnt that very quickly into my illnesses. People still wanted, no demanded, the old me to do what I used to do and behave as I used to behave, but I couldn’t… and I can’t any longer. I had to rewrite the rules and it takes a lot of pain, suffering, guilt and tears when you start rebuilding something like that from scratch. Usually because a good part of your confidence and self worth was tied into how you interacted with friends and family.

Even now, during the hardest years, I cant manage to keep the simplest of dates or appointments with friends and fellow fighters who want to catch up. I have become a recluse in my home, and not out of choice. My home has become my sanctuary and my refuge as I fight battles that very few people ever understand. Days, weeks, months and years can go by with very little opportunity for time spent doing ‘fun’ and entertaining things. This is not how I wanted or planned it to be but it is no longer at my discretion or will. It is entirely up to how capable my body is. I am its caretaker, its keeper and nurse. To add another cliche into the mix  “I can no longer write cheques that my body can’t cash…” todays budget is very, very lean and usually spent by the time I shower and dress.

I also have to recognise that those boundaries must include and extend to those fellow sufferers who would like (and sometimes deserve) more of my time and physical presence. Those who may have a similar diagnosis as me but NOT a similar reality as me. This is perhaps the hardest boundary I have had to work on because within one diagnosis there can be so many shades of abilities and disease activity. For example someone who can still see to drive, or be cable of eating most foods and walking for a reasonable amount doesn’t  always understand that just because THEY can do those things doesn’t mean that I can. People can still struggle to grasp this, and I do too. I wish my level of disease activity and restriction was much less and more like some ‘higher functioning’ Autoimmunes, but I can no longer waste time and energy wishing for things that make no real difference to the bigger picture. I recall a fellow sufferer who would not concede to my right to privacy at a time I was visually impaired, lost my bladder control and could not breath without assistance. They were determined to visit me even though I said my personal pain and dignity required that I be left to rest. Their reason, while seeming logical to them was “…Its ok, [they] can handle it…” I was astounded that in that moment their requirements to socially interact were considered as more important than my rights to privacy and dignity. I was heart broken.

Good boundaries means being able to say NO and accept others personal boundaries too.

Explaining to people my level of abilities, my unpredictable diseases AND allowing myself to set down boundaries is not only my right but my very life  / health depends on it. I can’t afford to feel guilty about it. I can no longer feel stressed or upset by it. when it comes to good boundaries I am not fighting for an imaginary line in the ground, I am fighting for my life and the quality of it. I also wish you every respect and best wishes to you on your journey with boundaries and I hope this helps make it a little easier.

Gentle hugs,

We are growing again! #travel #world #share #fun #enjoy #love #community


Our family is growing!! Yes we have added another site to the Autoimmunity family “Chronic Traveller” is now on Facebook and we hope you will join in the fun and share your travels, your experiences, your pictures and your passion for traveling with your wonderful fellow Autoimmune / Chronically Ill / Disabled community. Its not JUST for us as we would like family, friends, carers and partners to join in too!!
All you need is a love for travel and fun!

It is also particularly wonderful if you happen to be unable to actually travel, due to health issues, as it lets us share in the experiences of our wonderful community out there!

Looking forward to meeting you all and sharing some amazing stories and pictures!


What’s in a name ? #Fight #advocacy #struggle #relationships #lifelessons #Chroniclife #Autoimmune


It has been my experience over the last decade that the 80+ number of Autoimmune diseases could very easily be renamed to calling them all FIGHTERS disease.

– From the moment you start developing symptoms and pain you will spend your time FIGHTING to find a doctor who will listen. Many people who have autoimmune disorders have a difficult time getting correct diagnosis. In some cases, people are mistakenly diagnosed with other conditions. Other times, doctors tell patients that their symptoms, which are often vague in the case of an autoimmune disorder, are just in their heads or are stress-related. The quest to find a doctor who can arrive at a proper diagnosis can be difficult. The average time for diagnose can be up to 8 years.

– From the moment you develop an Autoimmune disease you will fight to keep your job, friends, mobility, respect, relationships, social interactions.

– You will fight to do the things that people take for granted like, walking, moving, eating, bathing, speaking.

– You will fight to find medications that actually help and assist you in your ability to manage your disease/s. This can take many, many years (if ever) and countless number of combinations and side effects can make you wonder if the medications are actually helping of making life worse.

– You will fight to get your friends / family to understand your daily challenges.

– You will fight to find others to connect with and understand what you are going through. # Note: Just because someone might share a diagnosis as you, you may find you have NOTHING in common with them on a personal level or even in your disease activity or progression. Out of 1000 sufferers you might find a handful of people you connect with.

– You will fight your own self criticisms and fears. They can be loud, even deafening at times.

– You will fight to be able to fit some life into your illness and do some things that you actually enjoy and that bring you peace and happiness.

– You will fight to retain your dignity and integrity, when your body is no longer predictable or your health is no longer reliable.

– You will fight to remain as part of the world, if your life has changed dramatically and your illness/es are progressing.

– You will fight to show how much you love and care for people, without being able to physically do things for them. Finding new ways to communicate and nurture those important relationships is often a very difficult challenge of these diseases.

– You fight to find your feet and strength after every let down, disappointment and being pushed and shoved from specialist to specialist and doctor to doctor. You get used of being put in the ‘too hard basket’ and riding the ‘specialist’ merry-go-round. You often want to give up in disgust and sadness.

– You fight the ignorance and judgements from the healthy world. You may be told that you should change your diet, change your attitude, change your exercise program (if you can exercise regularly) … and many other forms of ‘patient blaming’ all aimed at making you feel responsible for your circumstances and your prognosis.

– You fight to rebuild your life; sometimes rebuilding anew everyday.

– You fight your insecurities, frustrations and emotions.

– You will fight to find peace in the midst of so much emotions, confusion, frustration, pain and the unknown.

– However, to love and be loved becomes the most important fight of all.

Gentle hugs,

Positivity for the bed ridden – #bedridden #positivity #peace #comfort #dignity #kindness #love #lessons


So after years of reading all the ‘power of the mind’ messages. All the detox, cleanse, healthy, low inflammatory, aunty Emma’s cure all’s and body healing ointments, all the meds that any specialist could throw at you, you may find yourself still progressing with illness and the worst case scenario’s may still be coming true. What now?

What happens to those that have done everything they could, done everything they were told and fought as hard as the could for as long as they could and STILL they have pain, a myriad of symptoms and not a very good quality of life? What happens now? Is it possible to find positivity anymore? What would positivity in these circumstances look like?

There are no simple answers for those who fall into this group and there doesn’t seem to be much by way of empathy either. You may be labelled as a lost cause by many, a cautionary tale by others but very few people will truly understand your body and your health’s limitations. Very few, except you, and maybe your carer or spouse.

It seems hard to find the right words to say at this point because while current medicine and alternative measures may have failed you, you must still face the difficult task of finding a way to keep going although this could be agonizing and difficult at times.

Your world may now be defined by the boundaries of your bedroom, or wherever you may be moved to. You may be reliant on a number of devises and aids to do the simplest of things and life may seem to be one long ‘ground hog day’ which can repeat over and over. So what can life offer now? There are no manuals or support groups for this point in your life. If there is I haven’t come across them yet. No one likes to even think about these types of scenarios, let alone talk about them. There are no motivational booklets and quirky little motto’s that can possibly remedy this sort of situation. Except, maybe, one. Love.

At this point in your journey Love may be the only thing that is seeing you through the days, months and years. Love is what is trying to pull us trough the tide of emotions and pain. Love is why we continue to put on a brave face and what we hold on to when all is said and done. Love for our partners, love for our children, love for our friends, love for our fur kids. We exist entirely for those reasons.

I think once you become bedridden and progressively disabled. There is no presumption, no competitiveness, no false modesty, no time for vanity, no room for delusion or need for explanations. You must accept that you are who you are and that life has many, many different states that few in this world can comprehend. Your truth is what you live with every moment of the day and no one can tell you what you ‘should’ do anymore. And you need not conform to anything other than what you need to do to survive.

When at these points I think you have earned your right to speak loudly and proudly. You have earned your stripes on the battle field and no one should tell you what to do. Your voice is now your true identity and I encourage you to use it. Tell people what you need and what is needed, without fear or hesitation. They are not going through this, you are. Think about what you ‘can’ do (even the smallest thing) and discuss ways in which this might be included and managed. For example. If you like music. Can you listen to some for a little while each day? Can you read? Can you draw? Can you bare a visitor for 30 minutes? Do you enjoy more time on your own or with a beloved animal? Whatever the whim, indulge it with relish it with a passion unknown to others. Soak it in. Swim in it. If you feel the pull on your heart to say something say it. Cry. Smile. Touch. Rest. Whatever… You have earned it.

If you have any desires left that you would like to imagine. Be selfish. Put up boundaries. If you cant be visited then perhaps you might prefer to skype once a week, or just tell someone people that your preferred forms of contact and don’t feel guilty about it!.

Find a team of health carers who will come to you when needed. If you want to have some personal grooming, and you can handle it, find someone who is willing to come to you. I guess I am saying, don’t let regret, unworthiness or self doubt get comfy at this time. Its normal to wish that your life had a different destiny or path. Its normal to want the pain to end. Its normal to wish it wasnt happening but for better or worse this is the hand that was dealt and we must somehow bare it.

If you are able to reach out and find someone who might be going through a similar stage of life, do so. If they share and respect your feelings and you find comfort in sharing your thoughts and experiences with them, then it can be a truly rewarding connection and worth the effort to cultivate.

I still like my bedroom to be surrounded by pictures, pretty things, smells, life, cuddles, sounds, nature, and love. That is my choice. I don’t have to explain my choices anymore and I don’t feel I need to defend my wishes anymore. I have lost so much that I don’t fear losing people who bring no peace or quality for me at this time.
I don’t feel obliged to meet anyone’s expectations but my own. I treat people with the respect I would like to be treated and I don’t over invest in other people’s opinions or drama.

When all is said and done. The things that I have left and treasure the most is the inner peace and self worth that I can give myself. The honour and respect that I pay to myself. I don’t pity myself nor look for validation. In the end I am truly me and I hope that you find your own reward for having fought your way through the challenges of life. Sometimes if I close my eyes I feel like I can connect with you all and feel you all wherever you are, all over the world, and that brings a sense of comfort that no medicine can give.

Gentle hugs,