Seeing Another Flaker Makes Warm Feeling
Hello again! Just checking in to say hi, and thank God for sunshine! Here in the Pacific Northwest we've had some short (24-48 hours) bursts of fabulous weather, and I am amazed at how quickly my P responds.
As I was reading through this month's mail, and also catching up in the archives, I found some were pondering "where are all those other flakers that I know are out there?" Also, I was re-reading a poignant email from the 30 year-old who had secluded himself for 15 years, that he had found new love.
You know, even though I accept and love my scaly body, I've always wondered (this is embarrassing to admit) if I could be attracted to someone who had P? (Ay yai yai, now you all know what a traitor I am!) Well, the other day I was at the supermarket, and I rounded the corner of the produce section and almost bumped into a guy who I could swear had P on his face. I just have a few patches on my face, but he had it over 40 percent of his. And you know what? One, he looked just like a normal person, who happens to have P. We caught eyes and smiled just like normal people who are checking each other out. Two, I felt instantly so warm towards him! Like I wanted to stop and hug him and say, "Solidarity, Comrade!" and pull up the legs of my jeans to show him my worst areas. I was just so happy to see him walking confidently around the store. But of course I wasn't sure whether he was extra sensitive about it or not, so politeness decreed that I stay mute.
Anyway Ed, I just wanted to say you are an angel and you make me laugh so much! Thank you so much for creating this hub of psoriatic love and laughter. Happy spring! -Martha T.
Ed's Response: Good to hear from you, Martha. I imagine what you felt running into the flaking stranger in the store. I keep waiting for the occasion.
Back in my college days, years and years before my P manifested, my vitiligo was my worst "skin complaint." In the summer, especially, when the rest of me would tan, the pigment less white patches disturbed me and some people around me. I remember spying a girl seated a table or two away from me in the student lounge who had vitiligo at least as bad as me. We did the eye thing, too. I had another problem, though. Vitiligo aside, she was extremely attractive. I felt that comradely warmth like you did, but it wasn't ALL that I felt. Shyness is my excuse for not having taken that encounter further.
Have a good northwestern summer, Martha! -Ed