By Becca in Confessions of a Spoonie, as published by Scope.
Becca writes the blog Confessions of a Spoonie and today is talking about the romanticism of chronic illness in books and films and how she feels about it.
I worry about certain things; how clean is my house, all the books on my bookshelf that I haven’t read yet, what my parents think of me, the things I choose to share from my life and how those things might be perceived by others. I put a lot out there for people to see, and a lot of that is really private and also kind of messy.
The whole reason I embrace and exhibit the mess and the chaos of my life is because I want very badly to not be one of those bloggers who whitewashes everything and tries to curate her every day existence into this unobtainable, Clarendon filtered, just-out-of-reach perfection that makes everyone love me but also kind of hate me at the same time, because I think it’s really important not to romanticize life with a chronic illness.
I don’t want my life with eds to come across as some sort of adorable novel, or a steamy, angsty Nicholas Sparks book. Don’t even get me started on those John Green books. Even i’m guilty of enjoying them and finding the illness stories super romantic. But I’ve learned what it is actually like to be sick, and I realize now how truly harmful all that crap can be to the chronically ill when everyone thinks our illnesses are glamorous and romantic.
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