A short while ago I attended the celebration of a birthday of one of my friends. It was nothing crazy, just drinking and bowling. I was terrified though. I knew almost all of these people through cosplay, but this would be one of the first few nights I would meet them socially, out of costume. At cons, it’s quite easy for me to talk to people, as we only meet briefly and move on. But that night I knew I would be sitting beside people, for longer than that and I started worrying about what I would talk about. A year ago, even a few months ago, this wouldn’t have bothered me. I had things going on in my life, I was finishing college, or baking for my cupcake business. But now? I feel like everything I was before I was ill has been taken away, and I’ve been left to sort out the pieces, trying to assemble a new person from the fragments.
I lost the life I was planning, and now I have a new one. In some ways it’s better than I could have wished for, but in others, it’s hell. I don’t want to be ‘the sick one’, the one everyone looks out for because I always need help. I want to be recognised for my merits, not known for my faults. I just don’t know what to say now when people ask “What have you been up to?” I dread that question so much, and I can hear it coming down the hallway of the conversation, footsteps thudding louder until it’s finally spoken aloud. Sometimes I say something sarcastic like “ Staying alive”, other times, I stumble, trying to think of one thing I’ve done that day, or even that week. How can I not think of one single task I completed or trip I made out? There’s usually just awkward silence, as I try to think of a way to revert the conversation back to the other person.
What do I label myself as when someone else asks “What do you do?” Again, the word ‘nothing’ is about the only word that springs to mind. “ I sit around all day on the internet and get tired if I walk to the shop, how about yourself?” I’m no longer a college student, and I don’t work because of fibromylagia. If I answer something that vaguely sounds like I’m just looking for work at the moment, I get a sympathetic look, as if I’m not able to get any jobs I’ve applied for, which for some unknown reasons infuriates me more! As if the business driven side of me is still in there somewhere, insulted at the thought I couldn’t get a job.
I did try running my own business. A small nerd themed cupcake business. The more successful it got, the sicker I became. So I had to stop that as well. It could still be part of my future, just not right now. What I would really like to be doing is more and more cosplay work. Designing, and creating costumes to wear at conventions and photoshoots. It makes me happy. Will I ever be known as a cosplayer? I don’t think I could sell myself in the necessary way to become known outside of the Irish community.
Illness takes so much away from all of us. I’m hoping the person left behind will be stronger next year.