At a keyboard, I find my relief

So, I have been noodling over the conundrum about why people don’t seem to A) believe me when I tell them I’m having a hard time, or B) really get the extent to which I have to grapple with my issues.

Maybe people just don’t believe that it’s possible for someone to be as functional as I am, and have all the issues I say I have.

Maybe people just don’t know what it’s like to have to hassle with this crap, day in and day out.

Or maybe they figure that if I’m not doubled over in pain, or stammering and apparently struggling for words, or not having visible trouble, then I must be fine. If I don’t look like the kind of person they’ve been trained to look for, then I must not be that kind of person, right?

Uh, OK…