May I join late?
I had post viral fatigue in my late teens, back in the mid 80s. I spent almost 2 years in bed. Then I worked for a decade or so. I got up for work on Monday morning, clung on until Friday afternoon and went to bed. DH would wake me up for Sunday lunch and a bath and I'd start the cycle again.
Then I went to University, sports science. Became a fitness instructor for a decade or so. I could exercise but not drink, a g+t could put me in bed for a week!
Then I started falling asleep, everywhere, anywhen. Pernicious aneamia. Now I can't move, I literally fall apart at anything above a walk. But I can now drink, almost as though my body relented a little to compensate.
In all of that I have been pleasant chatty and polite, rude, obnoxious and belligerent. In work, out of work, asleep or awake. I will be 50 shortly and DH has arranged a night away. The change in the weather has floored me, my glands are up and I know that I will be sleep around the clock today or tomorrow. I daren't move or drink, I am hoping not to ruin his plans.
DH understands, but even he can be floored by it. His shitty family think it is funny (have spiked my lemonade, made it impossible for me to sneak away for a little time out, etc), my family are bemused. Many colleagues and friends have no idea I have it at all, I am sick to death of the knowing looks I get, stupid questions, 'helpful' suggestions and daft accusations.
I have had this for 30 years. It has been much worse, it has been much better. There is no medical cure, I have B12 regularly and it has not been a miracle cure. In short, it is unreliable, intermittent and utterly shit.
Which is why this makes sense to me:
The other thing is that after all these years of behaving as I describe above, she has never told us what was wrong. She hadn't even told her own son, which he was very upset about. We've spent the last god knows how many years wondering what the matter was, and she's known all this time and not told her own son.
I couldn't bring myself to explain, and when I did BIL/SIL took the piss (see above). I am usually too knackered to give shit about your pain. My own is often all encompassing - physically and mentally.
And my answer to this:
What are we supposed to think is the matter with her if she doesn't communicate with us about it? It's not our fault if we don't understand when she doesn't communicate! I see it as a cop out saying oh we can't talk to people about it because they don't understand. We're family. She should give us a chance and let us in so we can support her.
I couldn't care less what you think, I don't have the brain space for you. I am tired, too tired to make my life more understandable for you. I am not copping out, I am sick of talking about it. That you are family should mean that you react pleasantly even if you don't understand, I don't want to let you in, I don't want your support - it is too exhausting to manage your emotions as well as my own.
I hope that gives you some understanding about how those of us 'in the club' manage from day to day. We aren't trying to be secretive or rude. We are often just about clinging on to the daily round, usually by our fingertips and with a lot of mental begging and pleading "please, just let me get to the end of this and then I will rest/sleep/smoke/get drunk/whatever the hell works this week".
We often lack the wherewithall to give an actual fuck how we come across to those we love the most, we do what we can to keep earning a living (if we have to), getting the job done. Family can get its own grip, don't expect us to notice if it gets dropped.
Maybe your MIL lives with the same desperation. Hopefully she hasn't really processed how selfish you and her DS are, poor you! Imagine how all this makes you feel! Well, no, she won't think that at all. She might be living in that little bubble inside her head that allows her to cling on for another day or so, waiting for the next bright day, when she can move, think, do something without feeling as though her body and brain are lead filled and trying to drown her!
I am bitter, much of my life has been ruled by this. I have regularly ruined my DHs life. I have regularly been absolutely fine, and then ruined it by collapsing and sleeping.
Maybe others 'in the club' have responded to your OP because they have lived this too and your chirpy unthinkingness is just another one of those barbs that sinks in.
It really, really stinks having CFS/ME. Every day. It makes us grumpy, we can lose our patience, we often don't give a shit. Live with it, we do!