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I Was A 'Near-Perfect' Housewife. Then I Was Diagnosed With Fibromyalgia

Monday 18 May 2020


From The Mighty (via Yahoo! News):


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A woman in an apron holding pastries.

I Was a 'Near-Perfect' Housewife. Then I Was Diagnosed With Fibromyalgia

By Allison Martinez, The Mighty
May 13, 2020
© 2020 Yahoo News / The Mighty.

When I first got married, I prided myself on being a “near-perfect” wife. I cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, practically everything a 1950’s housewife would do except greet my husband at the door with a martini. I was proud of myself for working full-time, completing graduate school and keeping my house in tip-top shape. Unfortunately, an unexpected visitor was about to ruin my trophy-wife reputation.

My diagnosis with fibromyalgia sent my world spiraling downward. Everything that gave me pride was suddenly taken from me. My full-time teaching job had to be reduced to part-time. My love of researching recipes and experimenting in the kitchen suddenly felt like an agonizing chore. Weeks went by without me cleaning my house, making me feel like a slob. And as the load of laundry grew, the more difficult it became for me to just simply throw it in the washing machine. My husband asked what he could do to help, and each time I objected because these were “my” responsibilities. However, I would soon give in and watch him do the things I once did for him with the feeling of guilt lodged in my throat. I was ashamed of the person fibromyalgia had made me.


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