Yup. I agree.
When disability and chronic pain come out to play, you end up battling people's own inability to understand the depths of other people's suffering, on top of your own illness.
I've found my existence and life directly challenges peoples understanding of the world, revealing it's fragility and unfairness. It's hideous being that uncomfortable reminder and I find people's reactions to my suffering are arguably worse than the suffering itself.
I'm not suicidal in the traditional sense of the word (so no reporting please, that would just be crass and insulting!) but I certainly would not be here had I not DS to bring up. I envy my sister and father for having died and got away from this awful pain filled unrelenting grinding awfulness.
I explain it as 'they had the worse type of the condition I have' but in reality, they had the better type, they're not living in hell now (I hope xxx).
Sorry to anyone reading this who takes offense of the following rant, but that's the thing you see, when you are struck down with an unfair and cruel illness, your whole life becomes about making others feel better about the amount you are suffering.
I think we're allowed one thread to moan yes? So OP you go ahead and bloody moan, say all the really bad stuff and take a break from being the strong one holding everyone else together or protecting others from the reality of your situation.
And as for me, to get on with moaning... no, it isn't nice that I have to endure hell every second of everyday for the good of my son. It's a choice of living in daily torture or ruining my childs life - I'd like to see most people live this awful choice every second of every day.
So when I have on occasion told people (usually an HCP in the vain hopes of a professional being a bit more clues up) the reality of how I feel, that I'd find it a great release to allow myself to kill myself, but I cannot, as I will not leave my child alone and devastated. What really winds me up is those people densely rephrase this sentiment into some 'saved by love' type of crap!
So instead of actually hearing 'my life is sheer unrelenting hell and it's awful I can't even end the pain in the only way left to me' they hear some positive moralistic story of hope and happiness triumphing over adversity. Love conquers all bullshit. So 'ah that's nice' like I've said something positive.
Err, 'nice to have something to live for' or 'he must give you strength' don't come into it!
And err no, it doesn't get better and err no, Ds doesnt bizarrely work as a body replacement or a pain reliever,
He doesn't 'make life worth living', his existence means I am tied to this endless torture of hellish life.
Obviously I love him more than any thing (more than life itself, in a twisting of that old phrase!). And I can't think about it or I'd explode or give in to being selfish, or even worse fuck Ds up.
Of course he will never know how much I hate being alive, because I believe in doing things properly... And self pity will get me no where. That's the deal, I'm doing it not to destroy him, or fuck him up, I'm doing it for him, so I'd hardly then burden him with the knowledge of this explicitly or implicitly.
But oh I wish I could just be honest to other grown adults from time to time and not have my words change and softened to preserve their sensitivities and understanding of life :(
But back on with it, had a good snivel now and self pity can't last for very long.
So YANBU OP. It's shit and it's ok to show it and be properly heard and understood from time to time 