Why I Won't Let My Heritable Disorder Define Me or My Kids (as posted on The Mighty)
To the diagnosis that changed my life but doesn’t define me: When I first heard your name and started to learn about you, I actually felt a twinge of excitement. That’s right, excitement. For more than six years, I had chronic and escalating pain in my joints, experiencing numerous dislocations and subluxations – literally from my head to my toes. Your name, Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS), didn’t scare me at first. It didn’t make me angry or sad. I had felt angry, sad and confused for years; what I felt was, for the first time in a long time, relief. Your name gave me back my sanity, my faith in myself and a path to follow. For years, doctors brushed off my suffering as either an exaggeration or delusion. No one could visibly see why my body was failing to stay together, and no tests were able to show why I reported such high and chronic pain . So when the geneticist told me I had this heritable connective tissue disorder — that essentially the collagen that comp...