'FOMO' - Fun On My Own and Enclothed Cognition... My Life, Living With a Chronic Condition
Me in 2020
Now seemed like as good a time as any to write about this subject, and I’ve always found writing things down to be helpful too. I hope this blog brings some insight and inspiration during the current pandemic as I write with honesty about my life challenges with a chronic condition, and the importance of enclothed cognition in our lives. A phrase which may become more familiar and mainstream as we all self isolate and try to maintain our identity too, through what we wear as well as what we do.
Enclothed Cognition: From Dance Teacher to Expert Fashionista - The original title of this blog, Re-implemented from January 2019…
ThriftVIP was born from having to slow my life right down and, after years of acceptance following on from grieving for my former life as a dance teacher (a job I loved so much), it became apparent that I had to adapt, improvise and overcome the situation I found myself in. For the 3rd time in my life I was stopped in my tracks by chronic illness.
In my mid twenties, I’d left my home town to go and study the course I wanted to do in fashion because there were no courses like it at the time in the East Midlands. I wanted to explore new opportunities and a different lifestyle; meet new people and places, and kick start a career, like any young person would (although I was considered a mature student at 25). Well it definitely led me on a very interesting path as I eventually found myself moving to the south coast (where I was born and where my dad still lived), which is where I qualified as a dance teacher with the IDTA.
A decade ago I had to leave that place. A place I loved, the work I adored with a passion, and move back to my home town, after a short stint in Penzance. Moving away from Brighton, a vibrant place where I finally felt like I could be myself, was something I had to do. It was a gut-wrenching choice.
I initially chose Cornwall and rented there for a while, in an effort to take myself as far away as possible and into nature to see if that would help. The problems persisted.
To assist myself in getting back to health, moving back to my home town again was a necessary sacrifice. It was an extremely painful time, and it tore my heart out. Leaving a place where I’d built up a great life, made new friends, put some roots down and was finally doing I job I loved was absolutely heart breaking, but also necessary for my health. Now ten years on I’m making more big changes and decisions again as to where I need to be for myself and ThriftVIP. This is what life is about. It’s a series of negotiations (with yourself and often others). This reminds me of a quote that stuck with me recently, voiced by the character Carolyn Martens in BBC America’s Killing Eve, played by Fiona Shaw, when she said “Life is just a series of trade-offs” (series 3, episode 1).
As I write this on nil sleep for the 8th night this month and a copious amount of sleeping tablets, I know that I need to be living and working in a different environment, and on a better frequency. I’ve made some happy memories here in Nottingham since moving back, and met some amazing people, but it doesn’t yet feel like the right fit. I digress. The point I’m making is that every part of us is identified through the where how and why, and it’s what you do with it that makes progress possible.
Where we live, work and play, how we live with regards to our lifestyle, and why we find ourselves where we are: in life and physically, in different places in the world, matters. Our life experiences, traumas and past history; relationships, family and ancestral history, and what we’ve experienced, all shapes us and leaves its mark.
In the great words of Bessel Van Der Kolk, ‘The Body Keeps The Score’
Clothes are also a reflection of those changes and how much you feel able to express yourself through the where, how and why. A sense of belonging is extremely important to our identity and the way in which we thrive in society. When part of that is taken away, we find what we wear can be an increasingly important factor in our lives.
Leather Jacket at The Whitechapel Gallery, London
My Journey
Since my late teens and into my early 20's I was just about existing with M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) after having to give up a performing arts course due to glandular fever and post viral fatigue syndrome, as a result of the virus. M.E. wasn’t actually diagnosed until around 1995 and I’ve learnt that it’s origins are due to the Epstein Barr virus, aka glandular fever. After a year of recovery which involved mainly lying on a sunbed with covers over me outside at mums house, in the sunshine, I then studied aromatherapy & body massage for a year to try and understand the human body more, looking for ways I could help myself through alternative methods. One strange memory of any type of actual treatment for this way back then, was when I saw some kind of specialist consultant in Boston, Lincolnshire who put an electrode on the very top of my head. It wasn’t painful, but I remember it giving an uncomfortable and strange hot sensation. I will never forget it and I have still yet to investigate why this method whatever it was all about, was used. I just remembered about it recently and I’d quite like to know more.
I was set back again shortly after (and often during) a BTEC Media course which I managed to complete despite fluctuating symptoms and a full on social life combined with my studies; not without consequence, which included severe bouts of fatigue. I remember calling on friends and if they weren’t in or there wasn’t an answer, I’d lie on a patch of grass in the back garden for hours, often on the damp grass because it had taken all my energy to get there.
It all came to a head as I co-managed a local cafe bar, still living in my home town, where I’d grown up and spent my teens and early twenties. I took on a lot of responsibility, overseeing all aspects of the day to day running, promotions and events, and working very hard, often 12 hour days which continued into the night. I was so happy to have this opportunity and the creative freedom to thrive in my work. I came up with the name and concept, designing the decor and loved all the aspects of it, putting on a DJ night and selecting the juke box as I put the coffee on in the morning. Being sociable and serving customers is what I love.
I was also living in the flat above which meant you never really switched off. Drinking stupid amounts of coffee and working too hard took its toll, amongst other recreational enhancements (recreational drugs at the time were also a regular choice, as a young person who embraced the 90’s rave scene). It became very stressful due to emotional issues with the owner who was making predatory advances on me at the time. I’ll never forget one thing he said to me amongst other statements he made, like claiming that he was “magic’. He said “You’ve got a few years left, but once you hit 30 that’s it” (he was referring to my looks). What a nasty thing to say to a young woman in her 20’s with her whole life ahead of her, and this, coming from a man almost old enough to be her father.
When I look back now I can see that I looked up to him as I would if I’d had a father figure. I enjoyed the attention he was giving to me. He looked after me when I was feeling poorly and brought me a tray with food to the office, fed me spliffs and coffee which I enjoyed, even though they were doing me no good at the time. I didn’t see beyond that and let him treat me badly as a result. I remember him shouting “bitch” over and over again and smashing plates in the cafe one morning, as I came downstairs to work. Just one of his moods at the time. I later realised he was angry because I’d refused his advances. I already had a boyfriend. I was still naive and stupid and probably encouraged it too because I enjoyed the attention I was getting.
Happy memories: Mama and Papa came for my 21st birthday. Legends cafe-bar, Newark-on-Trent
Living there with my boyfriend at the time put me in a very difficult position. I was only in my early twenties, so didn’t second guess the energy and stealth I had to start with, to continue at this pace. It caught up with me and I ended up bed-bound in the flat upstairs listening to all the happenings going on downstairs, feeling extremely lonely and isolated. It was tough to remain in that place as it was also my home. Listening to all the hustle and bustle below, knowing I could no longer be a part of it and work anymore made it all feel so much worse, including the ME diagnosis which no one really understood, including myself. What made it doubly worse is that my best friend and her partner had taken over my role, so it felt like a betrayal at the same time, mainly due to the actions of the owner that they couldn't see through, (like I was making it all up). An awful, awful feeling of being made to feel in the wrong for someone else’s actions against you. It broke me and our friendship suffered as a result of that. As I look back I realise I was also doing the work of 2 people for no pay!
During this time I tried Spirulina, kinesiology, lactose and gluten-free diets, and a herbalist.. I lost a fair amount of weight too, although that could have been the affects of taking E’s and speed most weekends.
Putting some roots down
Later on in my life, I was stopped from doing the job I loved in 2008: dance teaching. It was something I’d finally found the confidence to explore and qualify for in my 30's, only to have to give that up too after just 7 months of teaching, and after over a year of training and work experience. This was alongside getting my first mortgage, not knowing if I could afford to keep up the payments.
Before that I had previously moved several times too. I was working 4 different part-time jobs, two where I was self employed, and it was all very physical work. I carried massage tables, and other equipment including paperwork to various different places. Even with a car it was still heavy work ( I used to carry my massage couch some of the way too as parking was difficult). I was utilising my massage and aromatherapy qualification by becoming a practitioner part-time alongside dance teaching, including working for Polestars & Seven Veils Productions ( and running my own classes). I was also working at a health spa in Brighton’s Kemp Town, following hair salon work, both which involved running up and down stairs all day. It was often quite stressful switching hats all the time and something had to give. I also had a significant amount of stress due to a noisy and unruly neighbour all during my dance exams and some of the time while working at the salon. The police eventually had to be called as I feared for my own safety and I had to move into a temporary grotty hotel. I often found myself working two part-time jobs with a full day followed by an evening shift, which is what I did during work experience, prior to securing paid teaching work in schools and colleges.
After another move in between temporary accommodation, at a friends, I decided to put some roots down and get a mortgage. I felt I could finally get on with dance teaching properly and get on with my new found career and a fresh start, but it was short-lived.
I also later found out that the unruly neighbour had made a spy hole in the wall. I really hope they change the regulations on those beautiful regency conversions by legislating that all partition walls should be fit for purpose in relation to noise and be robust enough to stop this happening to anyone else. The way that bedsit was designed made it worse to deal with. The managing agents dealt with the whole thing appallingly which is why I had to get the police in eventually. It’s also why I wanted to get my own property again, although unfortunately I had noise problems all over again which only made everything worse and triggered the flight or fight response.
I went from teaching dance 3-4 times a week to literally having to crawl from my bedroom to the bathroom.
“One day, I woke up and couldn’t move. I felt paralysed as if my whole body was full of lead. It was really frightening.”
When it hit in 2008 I had to swiftly change over to an interest only mortgage having only had it for a short time, feeling lucky that I at least had a roof over to call my own. The sale of this roof over my head would later help to fund a myriad of treatments as sadly there are no specialist treatments available. It’s still a case of muddling through and doing your own research, finding treatments that resonate with you personally, because there’s no ‘one-size-fits-all'.’
I did an NLP training programme which made me feel like a superhero for a few months but then I was back with feeling really poorly with swollen glands again and generally being unwell and so, back to square one.
A recent trip back to the south coast, rediscovering the joy of my life there and gaining closure on a trauma
Fibromyalgia Diagnosis
Symptoms can vary from person to person and can often be unique according to the individual with Fibromyalgia. I was finally diagnosed in 2011. It took me 3 years to get this diagnosis. I literally had to beg my GP to send me to Guy’s & St. Thomas’ Hospital in London after I’d researched them myself and offered my GP the information, including the hospital’s address and contact number. Being pro-active when you’re struggling already is not easy and I realised GP’s were not always there to help other than writing prescriptions and possibly offering referrals as long as you did the leg work. I developed anxiety just going to the doctors, which still affects me to this day.
There was an enormous amount of pressure to fill out forms to get any help and I remember sitting in bed trying to get a crisis loan via the job centre with social services, crying because I wasn’t able to walk to sign paperwork in order to access the loan. I asked them for the Samaritans number and they couldn’t even give that to me. It was the most awful moment of my life. Even holding the phone up to my ear was absolutely exhausting. It took me 3 months to fill out a DLA form and then it was flatly refused. To get other benefits, you have to attend medicals and assessments, and there are so many forms. And all the while lifting a pen was exhausting and they took hours and hours to do. I eventually got help a few years later, but there was no one to offer information to me about these kind of services at the time. I didn’t even know they existed. It felt like I was the first person in this situation with this type of condition, where nobody would help me, or believe the condition was even real.
Fibromyalgia shares a lot of similar symptoms with M.E. also known as Myalgic Encephalopathy or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome ( ME seems to be more virus based from what I’ve learnt over the years, although I still get flu-like symptoms with the fibromyalgia diagnosis, so it could be the two combined.) Sometimes I think it might even be the mercury amalgam fillings in my mouth leaking toxic vapours into my system, causing illness. This is what happens, because you don’t really know or understand it, you’re always searching for reasons and possible solutions. I can’t tell you how much money I’ve spent on my health over the years but it’s definitely in the thousands. I used to get really paranoid about using anything chemical based such as cleaning products and actually had a panic attack over it once.
As well as the usual main symptoms, it’s like untangling a big ball of wool. I’ve also had to face many of my demons over the years as a result of being ‘stuck’ in illness.
Image: Camila Quintero Franco
I learnt to accept and to live with Fibromyalgia: the term given to a myriad of symptoms relating to this nervous system disorder affecting the whole body. I was also diagnosed by a rheumatologist at the time which was the only way you could get diagnosed. It really needs a neurologist referral.
For me, symptoms include painful joints and muscles, neuropathic pain or ‘brain pain’ as it is called - all over widespread pain, allodynia, insomnia, palpitations, headaches, breathlessness, temperature fluctuations, hormonal imbalances, sensory overload, memory loss, brain fog (cognitive dysfunction), and severe fatigue to name but a few of the many symptoms. The goal posts constantly move, so consistency and routine is a luxury I don’t have very often. Being able to exercise when I want is a distant memory, sadly.
When symptoms crept back in 2008 over 6 months from April that year, I remember coming back from teaching a class and collapsing in pain and utter exhaustion, but unable to relax my legs on the bed. The pain was so intense, I was terrified. It felt as though my legs were suspended in animation. It was such a strange sensation. A really difficult sensation to describe to anyone. Then I’d get RLS all night (Restless Leg Syndrome) which still comes back from time to time. I would sit and sob on the floor for hours, and hit my legs in anger and frustration at my body. It felt like it was turning against me. What was it trying to tell me?
My GP informed me that if I continued, I could traumatise my muscles, but he never explained what he meant by that, and at the time I was too exhausted and stressed to ask. So, as usual I Googled it at a later date and it basically means injury to the muscle fibres and connective tissue which would have been a better explanation at the time compared to the dramatic sounding term which only added to my anxiety.
It wasn't until I was in Egypt years later, excited about a possible scuba dive, when I had to see a doctor prior to doing the activity because my symptoms were so similar to the bends, which is a condition that divers get due to nitrogen dissolved in the blood and tissues by high pressure from bubbles as pressure decreases (decompression sickness). He asked if I’d ever had a muscle biopsy and seemed surprised to learn that I hadn’t. I’d never even heard its suggestion before.
According to my symptoms it seemed a pretty good thing to do, but as usual I was relying on an already over subscribed NHS and didn’t have an endless money stream to try out every treatment or test by going private, including those I’d wanted to do to test my cortisol levels, due to having palpitations for most of the time, often feeling hyperactive in between the fatigue, a metal taste in my mouth and gasping for air during the night. I’m thinking this is mostly anxiety and I still get these symptoms, including a clenched jaw all night if I’ve overdone it and haven’t slept for many nights; or if I’ve done an activity that’s exciting like going out with friends or dancing socially. Or, sometimes it’s simply after having a phone conversation with someone, which can also cause excessive perspiration. It’s so odd. I also get muscle twitching in really random places from time to time, like in my ribs or upper lip. The widespread pain is a combination of sudden shooting, radiating, throbbing, deep dull aching type pain and constant pain at times. Whatever form it takes, it always lets you know its still there.
I never got to scuba dive, but I think I prefer snorkelling anyway.
I’m still too chicken to go into the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, but it’s on my list, along with the many other possible treatment options and repeat treatments for those which relieve symptoms, such as flotation and massage. It all costs money!
Many people don't realise what an effect their emotions have on their body, for a healthy person prolonged stress can cause problems in time. People with ME get those detrimental effects almost instantly.
What you might not realise is that even positive emotions can affect us negatively when our sympathetic nervous system is overactive.
The nervous system is constantly on high alert. The flight or fight response always activated. Its very taxing on the body, but also means that adrenalin kicks in too easily and we end up in pain, shaking and weak as if we've just escaped a life or death situation by the skin of our teeth.
I could be upset over an argument or an accident or something silly like losing all the writing I've just done, or I could be excited while waiting for a visitor to arrive or leaving the house... The response is similar in all of these scenarios.
Thats why eliminating stress, breathing exercises and resting are so beneficial. They help restore calm to our overactive nervous system.
“I loved my work so much”
Above: Doing a job I adored with a passion. The freedom to express myself through dance was always something I enjoyed and it played a vital role in mental health too. Being able to move my body and express it creatively was key to my happiness. I felt very sad that I never did get to perform four of the acts that I’d put together, and created the audio and props for. Look out for some of these in the ThriftVIP fancy dress department soon.
I became a former shadow of myself. Who I once was had left me for a while, and I had to find a new me, a way round and a new reality. I always had hope that I could realise my full potential again. After doing mainly physcial jobs my whole life, I found it really difficult to feel fulfilled in a more sedentary role, but writing is also a joy, so here I am. Plus I’ve enjoyed the styling and sourcing aspects of setting up ThriftVIP when I’ve been able to. Turning a hobby into a business seemed the right thing to do and finally putting my degree to good use feels like a great achievement. Recognising achievements no matter how small is so important.
Road to Well-being
Looking back through all my notes and copious amounts of research, filled out tables of rest and activity to try and find a baseline, notes about relapses, bouts of constant viruses, soul searching, trying to heal toxic relationships, and numerous letters where I’ve researched and paid for alternative treatments, I feel at a loss. I am an anomaly to the medical profession, but I know I’m not alone. I’ve tried to get specialist treatment on the NHS, or anything to help over the last 27 years, but all that’s available is pain management and pacing or Graded Exercise therapy which I’ve done years of and am quite qualified on now, later realising this has probably caused long term muscle damage, pushing myself when I wasn't ready and my body not able to recover from even small amounts of exertion. I now find exercise often has detrimental effects so cannot progress fitness anymore beyond careful rest days before and after exercise.
I found this amongst all the paperwork, along with other articles I’ve cut out and kept over the years. I knew I’d saved an article written about me when the M.E. was at its worst, prior to a later additional (informal) diagnosis of fibromyalgia. This was in the Brighton Argus newspaper, in the article entitled: ‘Even Though the Mind is Willing to Recover, the Body Won’t’
As I go through all my paperwork in readiness to send my next award review form for PIP, I found the article. This is a snippet of it from The Argus 18/05/09 - I can’t find it in the online archives, so I’m glad I kept the original. My face looks so puffy but this was perhaps due to constant swollen glands. Later after receiving Phytobiophsycis treatment, painful swollen glands were pin-pointed as being left over viruses in the body, most likely from the Epstein Barr virus and possibly the Polio vaccine from the sugar lump vaccine my parents may have had. Nothing definitive though. Still always questions and very little answers or scientific proof in black and white. Illness, it seems can be a complex puzzle that takes a lifetime to solve.
I’d also like to add here that the pictures I provided for them to use showing what they call my ‘younger and fitter days’ were taken only 2 & 4 years prior to the onset of fibromyalgia / possible return of M.E.
In the left pic is me during dance teacher training in 2007, and on the right is when I was lifeguarding in 2005.
Now in 2020 as I search their archives, there’s another recent one too and many more besides over the years
I also found this article. This is the one I found that I’d cut out in 2010 and still have the original cutting for. It was so scary to read this at the time as I was stuck in the worst of it myself, preparing to sell up and move house with great difficulty and still trying to find a cure for myself.
So many stories and still millions missing from life. Read about #MillionsMissing in America and the fight for global health equality.
Millions are lost in earnings, due to lack of treatment and therefore become a strain on the economy too.
Deep times come more often than I’d like, but every time they make me stronger
It is believed that Florence Nightingale also suffered from ME/Fibromyalgia, along with PTSD from all the traumatic work she did during wartime. Having these conditions has also led me to do a lot of research on the mind-body connection over the years. I’ve been fascinated by neuroscience too, including the works of Dr. Ramachandran such as ‘The Tell-Tale Brain’ and his mirror neuron theory. Seeing as the condition is neurological, it astounds me that there are still no referrals offered for this type of specialist, or even for brain scans to find out more in patients. This is most likely due to cost.
The Divided Mind by John E. Sarno was also an interesting read, although there is still a physiological element that exists in patients that is yet to be fully unexplained, other than similarities with the AIDS virus:
At the current time, a comparison between treatment and care of HIV/AIDS patients and ME/CFS patients is reasonable. Both are chronic conditions, with immunological underpinnings. However, whereas HIV (human immunodeficiency virus) has been identified as the cause of AIDS (69), several viruses (e.g., Epstein-Barr, Ross River, and Coxiella burnetti) are associated with the onset of ME/CFS (70). And there are reports of non-viral, physiological abnormalities which may trigger or contribute to the symptoms of ME/CFS (71). It is therefore possible that identifying the causative agent or agents for ME/CFS may take longer than the time needed to discover the AIDS virus. But whereas the HIV/AIDS virus was discovered within a decade, it has been more than eight decades since the description of ME/CFS, and the causative agent or agents have yet to be identified.
Above: Some posts I did on the ThriftVIP instagram story from an article I read in the Big Issue that champions the work of Florence Nightingale. A pioneering woman who made history whilst dealing with an ongoing chronic health condition
The discovery and detection of a retrovirus virus, XMRV in the blood of patients with CFS/ME provides some indication as to some origins of this strange illness, however because of its extraordinarily complex nature, scientists are still working on it. Read more about it here
Optimism & Positivity - without these a lot of people give up
No amount of positive thinking or affirmations and use of the law of attraction seems to help with the most debilitating parts of the condition, such as severe bouts of insomnia, pain and often unrefreshed sleep when I do sleep. I often get fed up of people who say ‘Just think positive’ which definitely helps yes, but it’s not the cure alone and does not stop the symptoms from happening. You find that out after 12 years of practicing it. I just try to avoid stress as and where I can, and i will never give up visualising my dreams. I appreciate soothing vibrational sounds, ASMR, and meditate when I feel disciplined enough. Practising gratitude is also helpful, although often difficult when you feel absolutely vile on no sleep for nights on end. I always try to find a silver lining somewhere though, even if it’s sometimes a forced behaviour.
To this day my personal journey continues and most months I often feel like I’m simply existing, not living, although there is always hope and optimism. It’s the one thing that’s kept me going, along with a sense of humour as is the key when you have any life changing condition. This helps to get you through the day, one day at a time. Planning socially is not often something I’m able to do and I’ve got used to the disappointment of missing out on things and losing ticket money due to the sudden onset of symptoms. It’s taught me to enjoy the current moment more, live in the now, and appreciate the simple things I have, more often.
The downside of it sometimes when I don’t want to miss out on something and feel caught between physical pain and mental gain, means I’ll drink more to hide the pain so I can enjoy myself. It’s a constant battle of weighing things up, knowing you’ll suffer the consequences, yet worth it for the mentally stimulating experience and social fulfilment.
I used to push myself to try and be normal, in an effort to keep up with family and friends, to keep the pace of everyone else. It took a long time for them to understand. Probably about as long as it took me to accept it too. I used to make myself ill, visiting people when I made trips back home and then suffer for it for weeks on end afterwards, alone. Now I put myself first more often. I’ve stopped hiding it away now as I did for the years I was bed bound , then mainly house-bound and isolated over 3 years; alone in my fight, to get help, fill out forms, and obtain crisis loans as suddenly no money was coming in to pay my mortgage. A desperate letter to my local MP saved me at that time, helping me to get the benefits I struggled to get (and still have to fight every 2-3 years for). As if it’s not bad enough having the condition, being vilified for it by others, including the system that’s put in place to support and protect us is just another cruel blow. No one would ask for this or chose this life. I was lucky that the MP I contacted in my ward had a granddaughter who also suffered with M.E. so he understood my plight.
Hang in there….As my mum says, “like a dog with a bone”
Always Hope
My mum later found a book called ‘Recovery from CFS (I re-named ‘The Book of Hope’) from which I found a therapy that resonated with me, so I decided to sell my flat of which some would go towards paying for this treatment and more following it. I still use it when I can afford it. Mum has helped me out where she can too.
I was lucky I could do that and try something. I did it because it was that, or a case of staying where I was and just sitting on benefits, just being poorly and getting nowhere. Not an option, especially when you’re in your 30’s and want what others have at this time in life… a career, family and a fulfilling life. I’d just had to stop doing a really physical job I loved, despite slowly getting worse and struggling after every class over the last 3 months of teaching. Coming home and collapsing in pain and severe fatigue after pushing my body, thinking it was just burn out and I could push through until it was too late.. Now I have to work very smart and listen to my body all the time, going against my natural personality and desires to enjoy all those things in life I want to.
It’s soul destroying not being able to be who you really are and want so much to be. You have to stop yourself from being too excited or from behaving how you might do if you weren’t ill and that does some damage to your identity and self belief, because if you can’t be yourself, then who are you anymore?
It oppresses the very core of being who you really are.
Now I use some of the money I get to pay for CBD, supplements such as COQ10, Selenium, Magnesium, Phytobiophysics, Seaweed, vitamins and many other alternative treatments and supplements known to help, and those which can alleviate symptoms from time to time. I’m always experimenting and pushing my boundaries, in a way which works for me, not set by so-called health professionals who have no idea of how to treat people with this condition.
Wim Hof breathing techniques can also help to alkaline the body which seems to help the stress response on occasion and humming for the vagus nerve.
Image: Michal Wozniak
There’s more awareness for these invisible conditions now, but sadly no new treatment options available on the NHS apart from pacing courses, graded exercise techniques and pain management. I’ve had my fair share of these and worked most of this out myself before I eventually got any help (I was pushed before I was feeling well enough, to commit to PACING & Graded Exercise Therapy - GET when I was at my worst), then I was always just offered pills by the GP which I refused for the first few years as I knew this wasn’t the answer. I wasn’t depressed! I’d been happy in my work and life. I asked for someone to talk to about what was happening to my body but was told there was no point putting me on a waiting list for mental health services as it was at least a years wait. This gave me little hope or encouragement. I eventually got phone counselling when I was still housebound which was something, and led to more face to face therapy a few years later. I also asked for physio around 20 years later in the hope I could start building my muscles up again but the physio was unhelpful and dismissive of my symptoms and the conditions I’d been battling with. It makes me wonder why these people work in healthcare. They often don’t educate themselves or see the lived experience, just work from text books a lot of the time. Props to those who do! Since then I’ve had another go with physio after new painful symptoms but it’s all so disjointed in relation to the big picture and an holistic approach.
I eventually gave in to the pharmaceutical option after developing severe anxiety due to not getting the support I needed at the time, and dealing with noise issues again. This had all triggered a PTSD type reaction and I never considered at that time that I might have PTSD. It was a result of the noise and threatening behaviour I’d endured where I’d felt unsafe and in a state of fight or flight for a prolonged period of time; alongside several previous life traumas that I was affected by and was to find out about later. The issues I’d never dealt with. I wasn’t really aware of PTSD, but looking back, a lot of my reactions would be well explained by this diagnosis. I wish someone had noticed this and suggested it.
The delay of mental health treatment actually gave me another layer of mental illness to deal with exacerbated by the treatment of those who find themselves at the mercy of the benefits system, towards those with invisible illnesses, over many years. All of the anti-depressants I’ve tried have never helped sleep either or relived symptoms. Most of the time they made me feel worse and wired. I knew this wasn't the answer.
I had panic attacks and anxiety over things like the traffic lights changing when I was driving. My stomach would turn in knots if the traffic lights changed. It was an awful feeling of absolute dread and also very physicial, in the pit of my stomach. Like a gut-wrenching fear, played over and over again during the days and nights. Driving was difficult enough with pain in my legs and I used to hold the top of my leg onto the pedal with my hand to help it as it would be painful to drive.
When I realised the options above were the only options available to me along with common sense pacing and management courses, which I’d already worked out myself during the first year or two, often to detrimental outcomes, I felt a sense of great despair. How could I help myself, I thought.
I took what I could but none if it really helped much. It made it worse a lot of the time, alongside realising what a postcode lottery it was as to what help you got. I had a severe attack of anxiety at one of the CFS pacing groups after finding out one or two of the patients had received alternative treatments on the NHS and had managed to access hydrotherapy. I’ve never to this day been able to get any of this unless I’ve paid for it, which I have done over the years.
I spent the rest of my time researching on the internet which can also be terrifying and damaging but it was my only other option. I must say I’ve learnt a lot about neuroscience and interesting studies from professors and their theories (if only these could be funded for clinical trials).
I’m thankful for what I’ve learnt, and I’ve dealt with some of the hardest parts of knowing myself and my demons. Now I have to stop over analysing it and researching so much. In the last 12 years, no GP has offered any updates in the medical world about these conditions, and I constantly ask about CBD and THC combined, as possible treatments options but sadly there just isn’t money being put into clinical trials for these. We don’t know enough about the human brain, and until we fund research, people will continue to suffer. There are so many neurological conditions that could potentially be helped by medicines such as cannabinoids which already exist in our bodies, but it seems money and profit with power, rules over people.
So, I will continue to spread awareness and campaign for myself and all the others forgotten and untreated for this life changing condition. I’ve been forced to work on my mental health and have now done years of intensive therapy, yet most of the physiological symptoms remain. I’ve also paid thousands and now had all of my almagam fillings removed too which has helped me feel lighter, but I am still having to take many supplements just to function day to day. it’s so costly too and none of this has been prescribed other than ant-depressents. A new holistic dentist has found another possible cause of a type of sleep apnea which has never been picked up - yet more expense not knowing if this is what I need.
One person who has given me hope over the last few years is Lady Gaga. In the YouTube video below, from 08:30 into the video, Lady gaga talks to Oprah about having a discipline for your passion and offers her wisdom on never giving up on your dreams. Something which will resonate especially with those who are dealing with chronic condition challenges. Such wise words from an intelligent woman. This interview with Oprah is so inspiring. She talks about mental health and fibromyalgia too, alongside her personal rape trauma, which is something I can also relate to. So for those of you who don’t know much about this condition and some of it’s possible emotional triggers, this might help to shed some light on this life changing and debilitating condition. There are so many of us with this condition in the world, and she talks about us coming together to get proper treatments options and specialists to find out how we can get help and work together to do it. It’s inspiring and I love her for using the platform she has and her talent of voicing this to bring awareness to something affecting so many peoples lives. I really hope she follows this up one day. Check out her film Five Foot Two, trailer below.
Another advocate I’ve found only recently is Alice Ella, she’s amazing. Researching more now as I update this article in 2023, going into 2024 I keep finding stuff I’ve never seen, like Alice’s appearance on First dates, wow a programme I’ve watched previously thinking “I wonder if I should go on this to find someone because it feels fruitless finding someone willing to understand and acknowldege me".” And as I watch Alice, I realise this was the first year I was properly attempting to make my hobby a business, 2017. I was in a relationship then, but it was a toxic one and made me more poorly. I was grasping for purpose then as I always have and still am.
I wanted to add the parody Mary Poppins short video Alice has done as this was where I first found ItsAliceElla via Instagram when I finally started reaching out into social media. Instagram felt like a safer platform, more forgiving, creative and open minded than Facebook felt, and there I found a community of amazing people, willing to talk about this like me, but who were making it entertaining and brilliant to spread awareness. The earliest video on YouTube from Alice is below, but really please check out her Instagram here.
I’ve recently gifted one of the dancers dress outfits to Alice just in time for New Year, so you might see an appearance of it there too.
Artistic Endeavours
During the time I was bed-bound, I wrote a little book, aimed at children, talking about a blackbird that used to come and sit on my window sill and sing to me. It was so special and the one thing that kept me going, hearing that beautiful Blackbird’s song. I’m still trying to locate that little sketchy book as I’d love to have it illustrated to help others, especially young people with the condition.
Writing, art and music really helps, especially when you’re creative and have such an active mind. I also designed a cushion cover that was one of the many things I used to find discarded on the Brighton streets, perfectly good things that could be re-purposed. For the text, I used material from a jumper that belonged to an ex and some material from a silver skirt I used to wear during the 90’s. It bears the text ‘MUSIC SAVES’ because it really helped me to get through the toughest time of my life. Local radio station, Radio Reverb was like a good friend at that time too.
Above: a short video explaining some of the problems with the diagnosis and treatment of patients with M.E.
I wish this video and social media had been around back then, so I could have used it to help others try to understand too. That I wasn’t a hypochondriac and really enjoyed being a fit and healthy person in society until this stopped me in my tracks, followed by fibromyalgia.
Future Proofing
Along with another (informal) diagnosis of C-PTSD, I now have a treatment plan for continued EMDR when I’m ready again. If I can sleep enough in order to be able to cope with it this will be of great benefitI believe, as the 3 I’ve done previously have had a positive effect on my mental health. I still have to often avoid social and public situations because of the continual effects pf PTSD though.
Last time over the course of a year, I was only able to have 3 sessions out of the 12 for EMDR because it affected me so badly. They don’t always take into account that having a chronic condition can make this a more lengthy and intense process. I found out the hard way, facing it head on and suffering months of worsening insomnia as a result over the last 2-3 years of therapy. You take what you can get on the NHS and we all know how under funded and over-subscribed the mental health service has been now for so many years. I now get a step-3 treatment plan, which I believe takes this into account, thanks to someone within the service who recognised and understood this. I wasn’t aware this was a thing, but relieved that this is now a consideration. Baby steps. There are also further recommendations for the doctors from this treatment plan, yet I always have to push and follow up this myself, otherwise I hear nothing from them in response.
Image: Dan Meyers
When you have conditions like these, you have to do your own work, be your own advocate and be completely pro-active, because if you don’t you won’t get any help. You become lost, just another number. You have to be a fighter with endless tenacity which is hard when you’re exhausted and sleep deprived most of the time. It’s like a full time job in itself. It’s also extra difficult when you only have one form of treatment (and only because you’ve pushed and pushed for it and been on a waiting list for months); that only includes one aspect of the condition. With there being no other specialist treatment available for the physiological side and physical stress on the body, there is no evidence to support any applications for continued support.
It’s a constant battle explaining to others, including GP’s where you often aren’t able to see the same one consistently. Now the DWP won’t even accept a doctors letter. Reports, care or treatment plans are the only accepted criteria from the doctor, so if there is no treatment available other than managing symptoms, there is nothing to show them apart from your own record of symptoms and diary entries which they often don’t take into account unless it goes to court (something I also had to go through). So, for now all I can rely on is the information provided from the mental Health team at Insight Healthcare, alone. It’s one of the reasons I post about it and make records of it as it happens on social media, which has become a tool for making recorded evidence as it records the time and date. I used to write a diary on Patients Like Me but it didn’t offer the artistic freedom that Instagram or Facebook does. The black squares represent my darkest nights and mornings so I can easily see any patterns emerging.
The lack of proper specialist treatment plans all make it harder to continue to receive government support, which in turn makes it more difficult to see a way forward in terms of work and becoming of value again to the working world. To be part of society and to have purpose is what most of us want.
They say a lot of people with these conditions are over-achievers or high achievers and perfectionists. There might be some truth in that, and some deep rooted urge to not ever feel good enough, perhaps. I know I’m a workaholic by nature too. At least something is happening now we have Long Covid sufferers too - finally we might actually matter to the medical profession. The DecodeME study is also a positive.
Image: Danielle Macinnes
Soul searching during isolation permits a lot of deep thinking and over-analysing. Nowadays I’m able to be slightly more productive although not very consistently it seems, and sometimes I have months where I’m unable to get dressed at all and have to mostly rest. On average I get dressed and out of the house around 2-3 times per week. Sometimes it’s more days sometimes less, and occasionally, not at all when in a relapse with severe symptoms. It’s taken me 4 years to turn my hobby into what is looking more like a business now.
To deal with that fear of missing out, It helps to counter-act this by giving gratitude for the simple bare necessities, like the roof over my head, safety from harm, water in my taps and access to delicious nutritious food. I am not in war or a major conflict situation, even though the anxiety makes it feel like that sometimes. I enjoy watching channel 4’s SAS programmes to remind me of this and watching it makes me feel better. I find it comforting.
I've found cooking to be very therapeutic over the last twelve years too, during weeks and sometimes months of isolation, living with a chronic condition. You learn that food is often the highlight of the day and something you can really look forward to and cherish, at least when the nausea doesn’t take over. I’ve learnt what to eat more/less of too, to help my body. It's also the one thing you have some control over so it can feel like there is some structure in the day and weeks, with meal planning and preparation which gives a routine of sorts when nothing else can. When I’m able to cook properly, I often make it count by batch-cooking so I have home-made nutritious food for the days I’m unable to. My perching stool is my most utilised aid. I often pretend I’m running my very own cafe or restaurant, specially for me, and often take extra care on presentation. With more thought there is also less waste too. Self love is one thing that will keep you going if you’re on your own.
Now I have ThriftVIP to focus on, as and when I can, and I love using my organisational skills to write lists and ideas for my future business ventures (and also because memory often fails me unless I write everything down). I have so many ideas for it and I’d love to be able to work full time on it. Sometimes my brain is so fast and full of ideas it feels chaotic with creativity so I have to slow myself down and try to remember not to push myself too hard. It often feels like I’m running out of time, but patience and knowing that it will, in time when it’s ready and I’m ready, will be whatever it will, and is meant to be.
There is so much I could do if I could work consistently. I have to accept that I’m unable to do this but it doesn’t stop me making it work in my own special way, to fit my condition. It does feel like I’m living in a totally seperate world to everyone else, in my own little bubble. A world I’ve had to create within my limitations. That is a lonely place. Eventually I’d like to find part-time work that I can consistently do so I can work on both and have regular colleagues to converse with. until then it’s still a hobby, if you can call something you do inconsistenly a hobby; but it’s well on its way to being a great business in the very near future. Or, maybe it was just something to keep me alive and give me purpose and a reason to live each day. It was always wishful thinking turning it into a business with limitations of a dynamic disability.
A Rock and a Hard Place
Those of us with these conditions who have reached this point, are caught between a rock and a hard place in terms of being able to work consistently and generally enjoy life and fulfil those aspects which are supposed to help the condition, such as exercise. I love it when I’m able to exercise. It feels like such a treat, although it often has dire consequences if I get carried away and enjoy it too much, or do a full workout like a normal person would be able to. Just like when I go out to socialise, there’s always a price and self sacrifice. It’s a question of constantly weighing up the mental gain versus physical pain. It’s insanely frustrating and infuriating. I often talk to Célia my mannequin to offload. She really doesn’t mind at all. She’s a deep thinker like me.
However, this is my life challenge and every one of us will face challenges throughout our lives. It’s just a shame that they’re not treated with equal importance when they’re life-changing with regards to health, and completely disrupt your life as you once knew it (and continue to do so).
After all this time, I’m still trying to find purpose and work again and the only way so far I’ve learnt is to make a role for myself, which is why I’m very slowly creating the ThriftVIP concept. This gives me purpose and was born from having to slow right down and adapt to a more sedentary life, which I hope will change over time so I can become the full person I know I am again.
I’m very lucky to be able to even consider setting up a business alongside a condition like mine where money is often a barrier. Without the latest technology too, it’s almost impossible to run a business of this type as it’s pretty costly. Thankfully I made a really good purchase of a Banksy print back in 2004 which I sold a few years ago. It helped to keep the roof over when my DLA was switched over to PIP and it was refused (even though I’d already been given an indefinite award previously). I had to go to court and I felt like a criminal, even though it was me taking them to court over it. You may also wonder how I acquired my own property as a single woman without a really well paid job. Well, that’s another story and one which might surprise you. It’s not a good story. The next blog might give a little bit more insight into that as I talk about overcoming one of the traumas in my life, turning it into something creative and cathartic. It might not give you the exact answer, but you might just work it out.
It’s Not All Bad
In between those periods of illness though, I managed to complete a degree and become a lifeguard, another of my favourite jobs in life, because of the sense of family and team work. Not to mention being on the beach everyday and general beach life, surfing a gentle wave and being on the water and in the sun (some of the time).
I also promised myself the trip of a lifetime using some proceeds from the sale of my flat. I was finally well enough to go in 2014, four years after the sale of my Brighton flat, and 6 years since I’d been a dance teacher and performer for that short time (I started the performing side in 2005 which continued during my teacher training).
Even on the day of my big trip I was so poorly I didn’t think I’d make it. But I did and I absolutely loved it. Thanks to the help of my friend, Angelee who took me to the airport on the departure day. Angelee is the amazing girl I met at university and we originally started work on ‘Thrift’ in 2002, following our graduation from university.
Living my best life during the periods between major set backs. These memories keep me going. I can look back and remember that I had a fulfilling life doing work I loved and was able to exercise whenever I wanted. It was amazing to have that freedom.
Lifeguarding, Brighton 2004/5 - Most likely a Brighton Argus newspaper contributor. Feel free to come forward and I’lll add the credit. I also participated in a short film for Country Wide films during this time. If I find this I might share it on social media at some point.
On the trip of a lifetime, taken during my stints on the Hawaiin islands and in New York & San Francisco. By the time I reached New York I was done in but I did so much and really explored as much as I could to make the most of this amazing trip. I feel very lucky to have been able to do this.
I remember arriving in New York and having to find central Park while I waited for my hotel room. I dozed on the grass under the watchful eye of a cop who I’m not sure was ready to arrest me or look out for me. Not only do you feel vulnerable sometimes being female, but also when you have a condition too. I really enjoyed making a small wardrobe work too for this 4 week trip.
FOMO = Fear of Missing Out Turned to FOMO = Fun On My Own
This is exactly how I felt for many years. The sense of missing out was constant for around the first two to three years, where I became resentful and was unable to relate anymore to most of my friends and family, and most other people in life who didn’t have a chronic disabling condition. I still find this a difficult aspect of my life now, as all my friends have jobs, families and a social life, and can exercise freely (which is hard to listen to them talk about, especially when it used to be your actual job and you don’t get to do it even once a week sometimes, and not even how you’d like to).
I feel my life hasn't moved on that much and I feel a great sense of needing to catch up. Saying that, it has taught me great lessons in slowing down, taking time out and working smart.
Another stage of grief was denial that I ever had this awful condition. That one I’d had in my 20’s surely hadn’t come back again. I used to push myself constantly, to devastating effect and a cycle of boom and bust ensued, just to get to do the things I wanted and to see my family and friends. I have learnt to say no and put myself first more often now because I have to, otherwise I really suffer for it. It’s often a much lonelier place, but I’ve got used to my little bubble. The world of Madeleine!
From being a social butterfly to now finding it harder to socialise because I’ve got so used to being alone, it’s like re-learning social skills again, being with others. I’m looking forward very much to my doggie companion which I could have done with a long time ago, and right now, during those dark days and dawns. Patience, lots of patience learnt.
Over the years I’ve learnt to have fun on my own. You do lots of deep soul searching being isolated for long periods and are faced with your own truth, and demons too. Mine stopped me from living my life. My body stopped functioning, so I had to deal with the emotional aspects head on. It’s something I’m still dealing with, realising a lot of my problems are most likely down to C-PTSD from a tangle of traumas in my life. Traumas that have not been processed properly and therefore cause the body harm when triggered. For me they’ve affected me physically and mentally. Fibromyalgia symptoms are physiological, so even with this work, it’s still going to be something I have to live with and constantly adapt with too. I know I could do this if only I was able to sleep.
Finding Myself Again Through Fashion
I know how not being able to wear the clothes you want to because of a health condition can really bring you down and you seem to lose a part of yourself when clothes are an important aspect of your identity. Your self esteem drops and you don’t feel like your personality is coming through or being expressed, because you have to exist in what is only practical. It’s especially apparent when you’ve lost the one side of your personality through the work that helped you to do this, so you have to find a new form of self expression without the physical side. On the up side (there’s always a silver lining somewhere ), it makes you work harder to find a new style and I think a lot of women go through this change anyway in their forties.
Watching the body I’d worked so hard to keep fit slip away into ill health and loss of muscle tone was just one aspect that had a devastating impact on my mental health.
Allodynia (skin sensitivity to touch, heat and movement), along with insomnia, pain, RLS, nausea, disorientation, fibro fog, flu-like symptoms and temperature fluctuations; and generally feeling quite unwell for long periods of time, are what can turn a once confident, bright, bubbly and sociable person into a inward reclusive former shadow of themselves. If that sounds all doom and gloom it’s because it has been. Truth.
It’s also led me to tag some of my clothes in the shop with ‘Fibro Friendly’ tags, as I’m often in search of lovely soft fabrics. Try searching the tag to see for yourself.
I’ve been very grateful of the athlesiure and loungewear trend which has grown so much over the last few years and continues to be a popular choice for many. New companies are springing up all the time with their soft fabric offerings, and a lot more of them care about people and planet too, so it helps with vicarious trauma as well as comfort and style.
Onset of symptoms for the third time in my life: Brighton 2008 onwards. I was taking selfies before the term selfie even existed. To this day I still do that stupid pout! Where did I learn that from? Oh yes, I remember, it was me practising my burlesque faces in the mirror, all part of working on my acts! I try to smile much more now though, instead, although I’d still love to perform and fulfil that dream, in another life perhaps.
‘You look alright to me” - looks aren’t everything, although in a culture that values the aesthetic over pretty much everything else, it seems to translate a reflection to others of how we are and how we feel, or should feel because we look good.
It’s another reason why invisible conditions are so difficult to explain to others. Not being heard, being ignored and not being believed is one of the most frustrating and lonely aspects of it.
The perfection of beauty and the representation of it in advertising is proving difficult to change and we all like to look at something visually pleasing on the eye. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder too and that needs to diversify. Progress is slowly happening, and it’s a tough ask of our consumer culture. New decision makers are definitely needed. I’m slowly working on it too with ThriftVIP.
As I began to strip away a few of the symptoms, around 8 years later, I started to find myself again. Even though I was unable to continue doing the job I loved so much and worked so hard for, I could at least claw back my identity through clothes. I actually think I was one of the first major selfie takers before it all kicked off on social media, as whenever I felt ok and had better days, I would put on my favourite clothes & make-up and take pictures of myself in my mirror at home. I called this ‘identity therapy.’
As I look back now, I can see that this was a way of coping with what was happening to me. It’s a terrifying experience not knowing what’s wrong with you. With no one giving you the proper support or information & advice, meant relying on the internet and a myriad of books. This became my life. That and constant form filling to get the benefits I needed to survive. It was a very lonely place indeed. The internet is also not always helpful and caused a lot of anxiety too.
It was the worst time of my life but I kept a small part of my own identity alive through clothes, which kept me sane and made me feel like I was still a part of the world on some days, even if it was just for one day.
Re-discovering my Style again…
Eventually I finally accepted that dance would be taking a back seat for a long time, and no longer a way to earn my bread and butter. This led me to focus again on fashion and to re-invent myself, rising once again (the Phoenix never felt so relatable) after these knock backs with illness in my late teens and early twenties, it was a familiar pattern. As I started to make small improvements with sleep, the more I was able to wear what I wanted to again. Now in my mid 40’s, and after that 3rd knock back, in my thirties, sleep deprivation (severe periods of insomnia) is the worse part of the condition for me.
I’ve had to re-discover my own style due to an extremely sedentary lifestyle of constant rest with bits of activity thrown in, in between. Medication and not being able to exercise often led to weight gain and loss of muscle tone, so clothes I’ve had for over 20 years started to no longer fit which was also very sad as they held such happy memories of my time before the condition hit me all over again.
Re-discovering my style due to a lifestyle and circumstance beyond my control has been painful and upsetting. I feel like I’ve lost my final best years with a great fit body after years of hard work and dancing, keeping it that way. I’ve had to give in to letting it all go, resting more and more, giving up the things I love and lived for (my passion), unable to exercise at all for further long periods. It was a case of experimenting with exercise and suffering the consequences, for example: if I tried to do a normal class that others of my age would find just right, for me it could have devastating effects on my body which has been so frustrating.
As a result of years of rest, my shape and size changed dramatically, made worse by medication which stimulated my appetite. Food was often the only thing I had to look forward to in a day, so you can see how that worked out!
The way our western society values appearance and the aesthetic also made it harder to accept myself beyond the body. Losing my fit body meant losing a massive part of myself and I hated it. I now feel less attractive to a potential partner because of how my body has changed, but I’m learning that I can be valued beyond the body too. It may also be due in part to emotional abuse from previous relationships, and not feeling good enough due to dad issues, so it’s all being worked on gradually and understanding that is a good first step to a healthier outlook. Initial physical attraction is still important when looking for a partner though, so it’s always something that’s on my mind.
The only type of exercise I’ve been able to do without too much consequence, is yoga and swimming. I’m grateful for that and it’s another reason I’d like to be back by the sea so I can also try surfing again whenever I feel up to it (and possibly skateboard the promenade again like I used to). Working to leisure centre timetables doesn’t always work well with a fluctuating condition, so being able to put my wetsuit on or have a relaxing dip in Summer would be ideal, even if it is cold. Wim Hof would agree that’s it’s extremely beneficial to overall health and well-being.
New Offerings
Having Thrift Generation kept me going creatively when I had no other focus, so this made me feel like I was doing something. When I decided to focus on a new offering for Thrift Generation with ThriftVIP I put on a pop-up about this so I could get out there and speak to women like me face to face. It also enabled me to gain invaluable feedback on the unique profiling concept and gauge the response to fashionable problems. I was beginning to realise how much I missed the social contact and working with and alongside other people, especially creatives and those who love fashion and style. It was exhausting and cost me dearly in energy but it was worth it to get some invaluable feedback from different women. I also found my go-to brand since gaining weight, with Biba. The jumpsuit became a popular choice for me (only on sale, of course).
It felt good that something positive at last was coming out of this, so I tried to focus it on solving some fashionable problems in order to turn it into a business. Utilising my fashion degree, another thing I’d worked so hard to achieve was also a great positive step towards a working future, especially after my disillusion with the industry as a post-graduate.
Pop-up at Think 2017: Discussing the psychology of clothes was insightful and interesting, with some generational differences and attitudes towards how we interact with each other and the clothes we wear.
This created the basis for my unique offerings for ThriftVIP. I found out that people do really enjoy connecting with others when shopping for clothes. So, take a look and sign up today as a subscriber to be one of the first to know about my amazing SERVICES.
What you wear matters. It can affect mood, health, self esteem and it can be transformative, giving us a sense of confidence and empowerment. Drag being an obvious example of this. The accentuated and pointy shoulder is a reflection of a growing trend in the last two years, which seems to elevate the wearer, as power suits did for women in the eighties. Many women have embraced this with their clothing choices. It’s also why I enjoy watching Killing Eve, for the transformative and obvious enclothed cognition that takes place with each situation and character.
In the near future, I’d like to utilise models from Zebedee model management in addition to Model Students who have been brilliant. I want to show that fashion is for everyone and I’m always striving to find new models to represent what I do here at ThriftVIP. Please be patient as it also depends on what I’m able to source and what fits certain models too. I strive to source a variety of sizes, but it can be more difficult to source bigger vintage sizes. You may also see that I try to source pieces that will feel soft on the skin and comfortable to wear, often favouring pieces which give comfort and great design!
Enclothed Cognition
‘We introduce the term “enclothed cognition” to describe the systematic influence that clothes have on the wearer's psychological processes. We offer a potentially unifying framework to integrate past findings and capture the diverse impact that clothes can have on the wearer by proposing that enclothed cognition involves the co-occurrence of two independent factors—the symbolic meaning of the clothes and the physical experience of wearing them.’
It’s always a celebration when I feel well enough to put something on I really like. I’d love to be able to do this every day but because I don’t get to because of fibromyalgia I make a point of celebrating these small achievements when I can by making a record of it in a series of photos and videos. It’s great to be the ‘full’ dressed me even if it’s only once or twice a week. I’m so grateful for this when I’m able.
An acquaintance and I were discussing this many years ago as a justification for constant picture taking whenever we were able to get dressed, and realised it’s a part of identity therapy and not narcissistic as some may feel it comes across.
Those with chronic conditions may understand this. It’s a way of communicating to the world that you do exist. Even if no one sees you when you’ve got your nice outfits on too it doesn’t mean you don’t wear them. This is especially important for those who identify themselves strongly through what they wear and feel it’s synonymous with their character and personality.
Dressing like the dance teacher I used to be. If I think like it, maybe one day again, I can be it - always hope
You might notice people doing this more now on social media during ‘lockdown’. Those who might not normally do this but because they’re alone they want to make a record of their own existence to the world. It’s all part of human nature.
For many years now those who are isolated due to chronic conditions live most of their social lives online. It’s the norm already for many of us because it’s been our only social lifeline to the outside world when the days are long and lonely and everyone is busy in their own separate lives.
Those of us who are normally social butterflies have to flutter around online instead as a substitute which is not really what we want! But it can really help! We all need physical contact too.
I’ve even got three facebook pages, because I’ve had to adapt so many times in life and change my career path and I couldn’t bear to let the other pages go. They were my passion and still are in many ways. I never give up believing that one day I could dance teach again. For now my passion is fashion.
I’m glad others are finding that about social media too and that we will all be more patient, be more willing to understand each other and listen and communicate more about the good the bad and the ugly! ie Real life.
I find instagram more accepting and forgiving which may have something to do with a new generation of young people who want to live more authentic lives. It gives me great hope and I hope my reality helps them to feel that it’s ok not to be ok all of the time. I am also grateful I have a computer and a smart phone and can afford the internet to be able to connect with others.
It’s great that this factor will be more understood now by some if not many, and not just the reason, but the feeling too. Empathy and compassion are two of the most important things when life is consistently uncertain especially so when you have a condition that is so misunderstood, misinterpreted and misinformed. It adds to the pain, having to explain, having to justify something you don’t even understand yourself and have no speaker for as such.
Thank goodness for Lady Gaga who has made me feel less alone in my journey. Someone who has the same passion and love of the arts and the tenacity and determination to make something great out of something very challenging.
It’s really difficult knowing you could do so much more and realise your full potential if only it weren’t for the Fibromyalgia and C-PTSD holding things back and putting life on hold. Even on hold I’m still doing, at a much slower pace but I carry on. I’m grateful for what I’ve learnt from it too.
Always learning.
My heart goes out to those in fear of this virus and those dealing with it or fighting it. It’s scary when you don’t know what you’re dealing with.
x Love to all x
There are always silver linings amongst the pain.
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Above: Embracing one of those rare occasions where I get to wear what I want.
“My pyjamas and lounge gear are never far away”
After a uniform of comfort clothes for many days a week, most weeks, it always feels so liberating to dress in what I would do if I could for work every day. It makes me feel like myself again. Clothes are a very important part of my identity, and for most people really
Thanks for reading my very personal blog. If you got to the end and read it all, I have upmost respect for you. Perhaps you are one of those who also suffers and understands. Maybe you’re looking for the answers too. I believe it’s so difficult to empathise unless you’ve been there yourself. Those who know, know.
As a thank you for reading my blog, which no doubt will only be interesting to those who can truly resonate with it, I’m sharing a gratitude relaxation audio I made which is really good for those of us who find it difficult sometimes to sit up for a meditation.
It might help those of you also suffering with anger or anxiety, or both. I’m calling it ‘Smile with Gratitude’
I recorded it a year ago, for myself. It’s funny how over the years I’ve become ok with listening to my own voice. I think social media has helped us in some ways to feel ok with ourselves as much as it can also be damaging, especially for teenagers. I feel it’s a tool for however we want to use it, but we need to exercise caution and awareness of our addiction to it.
So, take some time out with this.
With love,
Madeleine x