Pet peeve: “It’s just asthma.”
Even though it’s a thing I say sometimes (usually to reassure people hovering over me in hopes it’ll get them to stop hovering and/or to reassure people giving me the stink eye that my very loud and scary-sounding cough isn’t contagious), I hate the sentiment when it comes from nonasthmatics. Particularly in the form of horizontal ableism from other chronic illness folk and/or from people in positions of authority.
Because the unspoken other half to that statement is typically, “… it’s not like you have a real chronic illness.”
And internalizing that sentiment has led me to do some very foolish things, like finish an exam before I went to the ER, or like finishing a very strenuous martial arts test with my lung function in the red, like not getting a flu shot when offered (long story), or like staying home from the ER because even though my PF was bottoming out at 180 when my PB is 680, it was “just asthma” and it wasn’t like it could kill me (uh, yeah, it could. Don’t do that, by the way. It’s a bad idea).
I am chronically ill. Asthma is a real chronic illness. And anyone who disagrees with me on that can trade my body for theirs so they can recover from the pulled muscles and bruised sternum and burst blood vessels I gave myself in a flare-up last week for me.
That is all.