I no longer know what to say.
I have said it, shared it, linked to it, begged for it to be read and shared, and wept bitterly when it was ignored.
All of it was ignored.
Less relevant than yesterday’s lunch specials.
My soul deflates when I am in this valley. The place I come to mourn the world’s inability or refusal to acknowledge Huntington’s disease. People see that I am here again, but they step politely over me, because everyone else has.
I saw a video today of a starving, traumatized, feral dog who was running down a war-torn road, hoping against reason to sneak into an oncoming Jeep. The dog had strained and ruined those lower, adorable vocal registers that would have instinctively caused humans to love it.
Instead, its voice was so repellent that it scared itself and everyone else. The dog was both horrified and horrifying. And so unlike a dog. The opposite of a dog.
The situation in the video seemed so unfamiliar until it didn’t. It became my oversharing, misunderstood pleas to strangers to validate my existence by lifting the HD battle flag. The familiar smell of their revulsion. The bittersweet scent of escape trails to happy places. Another sideshow by the unbearable but unavoidable me:
The antidog.
But let’s say your wife won’t leave home without noise-canceling earplugs. Or maybe you have spent the perfect amount of time curating interviews that show the gifts we get from HD.
Enjoy it.
Work it until it stops working.
Until you, like me, hit the cold, inexorable truth that underlies it all: invisibility is inescapable.
There’s just no way of knowing whether people see your world at all, much less in the nuanced way that you crave.
But invisibility is powerless without its buddy alienation.
To cast off alienation, simply let yourself wonder how many other invisible folks are out there.
Packs of antidogs leashed together by a diagnosis. We can take comfort in each other, whether we’re stepping off on the good foot (you) or wallowing in surliness (me).
***Note: This post was originally pitched to HuffPost Personal, where it was overlooked especially for the occasion of HD Awareness month.