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When Juvenile Arthritis makes you feel like you’re 90 years old

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Hi everyone!

A while back I shared this wonderful video created by a group of teens at the 2011 Juvenile Arthritis conference in Washington, DC. I laughed but sadly connected all too well with one of the statements made by a young lady discussing arthritis – “And sometimes I feel like I’m 90….which stinks.”

When my (Juvenile) Rheumatoid Arthritis is active, I walk stiffly and my knees feel like there are cold knives wedged inside. My hips burn and I have to focus on trying to walk normally. My wrists and fingers get stiff easily and I am constantly having to massage them. I sometimes wonder if this is what it physically feels like to be older – like 90!

Do any of you feel “older” than you are because of your Juvenile Arthritis?

roseWhen I’m in pain and limping, I imagine that I must look old to the outside world. On the inside I hear my joints creak and I know I’m hunching and walking strangely as coldness sets into my joints and causes me to stiffen up.  I imagine that I look tired and haggard. But then I catch a glimpse of a youthful face in the reflection of a shop window and realize that I am still young, despite the contradictory feelings inside. I see a young body which still looks like it can run a few races. And it motivates me to keep going and to not give up.

Reading through arthritis blogs by other young persons, I realize I’m not the only young lady who sometimes walks around feeling like she’s a granny.

Sometimes when I’m around my peers I feel like I’m an old woman. The pain and stiffness make me feel old. While they are running up the stairs, I sometimes have to reach for the railings to support myself. In my lifetime with JRA I have used canes, crutches and wheelchairs at some point, as I’m sure many of you reading this have done also, and perhaps still do.

I also feel old because of my RA-friendly lifestyle. When I’m out with my friends, I try hard to refrain from alcohol and I try to eat well to ensure that my body is getting enough nutrition. When I’m hanging out, guys often make fun of me for choosing juice over a beer, or for refusing to take shots, but I’ve had to force myself to evaluate what is best for my situation right now. (And for those of you who are curious, my RA has surprisingly become more active over the past few years. I am actually still trying to find a medication which can control it. I have started Actemra and I’m hoping to gradually taper my Prednisolone and see if my body can withstand it. Fingers crossed!)

It’s like what Christine Miserandino wrote in the “Spoon Theory.” The difference between being healthy and “sick” is when you’re sick you have to consider how every single action you make will affect your health, something which many young people don’t consider until they’re older.

While television ads blare images of women my age in sky-high, sparkling heels, I’m forced to bypass these trendy shoes and instead opt for padded, comfortable shoes which do help reduce my pain. Since my bones have lost density (from prednisolone usage), I work hard at strengthening my muscles and bones and getting enough calcium in my diet. In addition to the normal concerns 20-something year old ladies have about school, love, work and having kids, I worry about what my life is going to be like in 10 years, in 20 years, in 30 years. What will my bones be like? Will the RA ever stop damaging my joints? Are there more surgeries headed my way?

And there are a million more questions which I wonder about, as I’m sure many of you do too.

When my mind starts thinking like this, I take a deep breath and remind myself to take life one day at a time and often, one step at a time. It’s been a long road thus far with JRA and I know I still have a long road ahead. I have learned that there is no point in worrying about the future when I can’t predict it and I try to enjoy every day with the health and mobility which I currently have.

An old woman may live within me some days, but she is not really me. I don’t have 90 years of life experience to chat about. Rather, I’m a 20-something year old adult with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis. I still love to go out dancing, I still like to get dressed up (when I have the energy to fire up my styling tools haha) and I still like to spend all night laughing with good friends. If you have RA or JRA, you know what I am talking about. Sometimes the management of this disease is overwhelming, but we need to remember that we are still actually young and deserve to enjoy life just like our peers. We may have to fight harder for our lives, but our happiness is worth it, don’t you think? I sure think it is.

As Juvenile Arthritis Awareness month came to a close a few days ago, I want to say that we are all fighting this battle together. It’s true we may not have that luxury of being as carefree about our lives as our friends, but know that you aren’t alone in the challenges which you face. No matter what happens, even with our limps and walking aids and mountains of pills and creaky joints, let’s promise ourselves to keep fighting, to keep laughing and smiling and to keep pushing ahead and living our lives as best as we can.

Like the song by Fun, we are young, after all. 😉

 

Readers, do you ever feel older than you are because of Juvenile Arthritis? Share with me and other readers in the comments. Thanks!

❤ Ms. Rainbow

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One thought on “When Juvenile Arthritis makes you feel like you’re 90 years old

  1. Pingback: How to feel confident when people stare at you because you limp | RArainbow

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