I have Psoriasis.
..It is a condition without a cure and with a variety of treatments with a variety of results on different people. It’s confusing. Which is why I am writing this. This is my experience as I work through it. Hopefully I can help someone else to work through their own experience…
Gutatte Psoriasis is what the Doctor called it. I have had it since around February so approximately four months. It started on my leg. I was getting an addition to a tattoo on my left leg and noticed a little scabby bit of skin. The tattooist was able to go around it and it didn’t affect the design. Next thing I know I have an itchy leg and after I scratch it, I am bleeding. This was followed by what I thought to be a trail of bug bites across my tummy. At this point I did not know they were all related.
The doctor essentially told me I was stuck with it and gave me some cream.
A little trip to Google Images properly freaked me out and I haven’t been back since. But at least I know I don’t have it half as bad as some other people.
Since seeing how badly others were affected I have been terrified of it appearing on my face.
Yesterday I found two new little scabs appearing. One on my cheek and another nearer to my eye. It has also appeared along my hairline this week.
(I call them scabs. Others call them lesions but I think that word is much worse)
Earlier in the week I felt positive and ready to fight it. I felt as if I had been through various emotional stages…
Denial, Anger, Depression then finally Acceptance.
I was in mourning for the loss of my beautiful smooth skin. I thought if I ignored the psoriasis that it might just go away the same way it appeared, without me really noticing to begin with. I was angry I hadn’t worn more bikinis or truly appreciated how beautiful my body was before it became inflicted with itchy scabs. I was resentful and annoyed at all the beautiful people out there calling themselves ugly or hating their bodies when there really was nothing to hate. I have felt very sorry for myself, weeping in a corner asking ‘why me?’ but earlier in the week I felt like I had made a breakthrough. I spoke on the phone with my parents about how I was ready to fight it. I am researching to see if changing the food I’m eating will help me. I am getting advice from a friend who is a nutritionist. I am making a promise to myself to relax more in case it is stress related, I will meditate every day, I will book myself in for a massage as soon as possible. I will think more positively.
Then I found the newest scabs on my face. Now its Friday night, my friends are at a house party while I am miserable at home. I have been crying. I have been frustrated. I have been trying to read psoriasis related things online but only finding contradictions which has only annoyed me further.
I am pretty pissed off. This skin disease simply must be stopped.