People, in general, have no idea what they're talking about but like pretending they're geniuses with a secret no one else knows.
The paper pushers who work in home care or other agencies are some of the most clueless people ever. They work in an office, not with the clients, so they have no idea wtf they're talking about.
Every time I hear someone say in an impatient, judgmental tone, "Can't you just ______?" I want to reach through the phone and slap them. No, I can't "just _______". If I could, I would. But I can't, so that's why I need help for certain things.
It used to be something I told no one, but now I'm relatively cavalier about it. I don't expect acceptance or understanding anymore, so there's less risk involved in people knowing.
I do, however, limit how much I tell, even to those who are closest. Stagnation is a big part of the illness and people have very little patience for things that do not change. They can only hear "I feel terrible" so many times before they avoid you. And people get awkward when you go into detail about how badly you're impacted. They do not know what to do with it, and usually choose silence or abandonment as a response. I don't blame them for it, but it's not an experience I invite into my life anymore.
I remember a time during the first science fiction convention I attended after I started using canes. Normally children didn't attend those events, but this time I encountered a woman with her kid (about 7 or so). The kid asked me why I was using canes. He wasn't obnoxious or laughing at me. He was just curious.
His mother promptly shushed him, as though he'd said something dirty. As though using canes was something she assumed I would get angry at him for asking about, and it wasn't polite to draw attention to it.
So I told her, "I don't mind being asked, as long as it's a polite question. Your son asked politely, so I'm going to answer." I then explained to the kid that I had trouble walking at times and the canes helped me not to fall if I got tired or felt dizzy. He thought it over and was fine with that explanation.
Polite questions deserve an answer, as far as I'm concerned. It could make a difference in how the questioner treats other disabled people in the future.
I collapsed with undiagnosed kidney disease and ended up in hospital a couple of years ago.
They tried to make me do exercise for my 'fatigue ' while was there. I sent them away with a bee in their ear and my records were marked as 'non compliant.'
Exercise when I was there for kidney disease !?
Bloody idiots.
I don't why I wore that ID bracelet in the hospital when I was last there. One nurse was insistent that she was going to take me for a dialysis session and wouldn't believe me when I told her I wasn't there for that reason. I told her my roommate was, but I was there for a different reason - check my file, already.
Another one started yapping at me for a different reason that was also completely unrelated to why I was there. She, too, wouldn't believe me until I told her to check my file.
And then there was the nurse who insisted I eat oranges even though I told her I'd had to cut oranges from my diet nearly 20 years previously, due to severe ulcer/acid issues. She kept insisting they were good for me. Apparently the fact that I can't keep them down is irrelevant.