Years ago about 2 or 3 times I mentioned to a friend I was struggling to breathe. It was a hot summer. One time she mocked me and said ‘I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe’ in a horrible voice. I found out years later I had anaemia which explained a lot.
Then years later I was off work for a while due to after effects of a virus and she called me lazy.
Obviously I am no longer friends with this person and those were the only times I spoke about illness. I was rarely unwell and I never spoke about my virus as I know she wasn’t supportive after the breathing incident.
What I can’t grasp is she had a mum who had Multiple Sclerosis for nearly 35 years who passed last year so I thought she would be more caring if a friend was unwell. I didn’t expect to discuss my ailments but I can’t even briefly mention it without being judged. I never mocked her when she was diagnosed with depression.
Why are people so cruel? I would never dream of treating someone so badly when unwell. This memory made me realise how she affected me.