My Parallel Life

smileI often wonder what my parallel life would be like.

We’ve all been there; the dangerous fork in the road at diagnosis.

On the one hand, there is the weight of societal pressure – MS is ‘other’, it’s incurable and ย it’s quite often progressive.

On the other hand, there is the relentless, miserable push to fight back, beat it, win the battle that always weighs heavily on our minds.

What should we do?

Conform to that first pressure?

In my case, if I’d done just that, I would have meekly accepted the year-long systematic bullying in work. I could have said, ‘thank you’ when they sacked me for having MS. Of course. I would quite possibly have taken their sage advice, ‘butย surely you can live on benefits now?’ ‘We simply can’t have you here, you’re a liability, don’t you understand that?’

Fair play to them, after a meticulously well-planned and devilishly malicious campaign (by three grown adults, I mean, really?), I took my P45 and left. And quickly slid into a black pit of utter despair.

Conversely however (fair play to them) they handed me back a reason for picking myself up. I discovered I still had a single shred of dignity and decided to fight back.

Fast-forward from that awful day in October 2012, I am living a life I love. I took my employer to court and won. Not much, but just enough to take The Teenager to New York to show him where I lived when I was 19. Bizarrely, as part of their settlement, they didn’t ask for non-disclosure. Perhaps they knew I would never sink to their level and to this day, I have never publicly named their company.

Instead, I chose a different life. I kicked back against everything I was expected to be – grateful, humble, diminished. I decided to draw up mind-maps of what I wanted to achieve, despite it all. Funnily enough, I did the same when I was 17 – travel, learn languages, have kids and work out how to wear a beret with panache. I failed the last one. Badly.

So now, at the grand old age of 41 (but apparently I look six months younger), divorced, single mother and living with MS, I take absolute pride in how far I have come. In my ex-boss-led parallel life, I would be scratching around for crumbs of comfort, falling helplessly into a routine of abject nothingness.

It may not be the life I envisaged for myself (those grand plans of hosting literary ‘salons’ in a plush, velvet room in Paris, learning how to make the perfect Martini, doing something –ย but it’s better than the alternative).

I am not fighting back. I’m not in a war with MS. I am just deciding that what I do now should mean something.

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8 thoughts on “My Parallel Life

  1. Bob Spriggs says:

    Your attitude to life, diagnosis and all that really rings bells. It’s taken me a couple of years but my outlook is kind of converging with yours. After years of teaching Physics about to embark on an MA Fine Art. Would never had had the freedom to do this if I hadn’t been forced to retire due to MS. Silver lining? Hell of a cloud but the Sun still lights up the edges.

  2. you should be proud in what you have done, and I really hope people that have MS read this and see that life is not over, it just might be a tad different from what you wanted ๐Ÿ™‚

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Exactly! It can either be the making or breaking of you. It’s not the end of the world. Although I still dream of learning how to wear a beret without looking like Frank Spencer ๐Ÿ™

      • get another beret then to practice wearing, I think the hair position/cut is really important when wearing one ๐Ÿ˜€ walk around with a paintbrush and people will just think you are an artist :p

        • stumbling in flats says:

          Very true! I adore hats but always look like a numpty in them, sadly. Maybe it should be my New Year’s resolution??

  3. Phill Evans says:

    I was diagnosed in 2002 and the NHS put me out to grass PDQ, ending my career in nursing. In a weird way it is the best thing that ever happened to me. I did a degree in illustration and now work from home doing what I love. I’ll never be a rich man, but that was never my goal. I am often ill, which sucks, but with my family’s support I have downsized (to size zero, but thats OK) and live manageably.

    • stumbling in flats says:

      So sorry to hear about your career in nursing, but what an amazing turnaround! You sound like me; I always, always wanted to write, but never got round to it. MS ushered in a whole new life and I’m now doing exactly what I want. The options are endless! Good luck with your new career ๐Ÿ™‚

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