By Kirsty Hire in The Mighty.
I remember in the late 1990s watching a film about a group of teenagers who dabble in witchcraft, with disastrous consequences. They use a form of magic called a “glamour,” which allows the witches to create an illusion, concealing the true form of something. In the film, glamours are used successfully several times to convince characters that what they are seeing is real, and to hide what is really there.
I haven’t watched the film for around 20 years, and yet the idea of a “glamour” came back to me this weekend as I unwittingly disguised my newly-diagnosed myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME) from my brother-in-law and his family who came to stay for an early Halloween celebration.
They are aware of my diagnosis — we even discussed it a little during the weekend — and they are aware of some of the symptoms I have had since the start of the year. Yet it occurred to me as we all eventually retired to bed at midnight(!) on Saturday that perhaps my actions and appearance during the evening had hidden the true extent of my condition.
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