Hi, Bluebird. Welcome to the friendly fibro forum! None of us wants to be here, but we're oh so glad this place exists. It's such a relief to have the validation.
I'm so sorry your boyfriend isn't more understanding - I know that hurts a lot. Here you are, pushing yourself to the max, and he's still giving you grief. Do you think maybe he would be
open to going with you to doctor appointments? You say you learned you have Fibro 6 years ago...I'm still going to recommend taking a look at "Fibro 101," our 1st thread, because information changes and anyway, it's always good to take a refresher - especially for those of us under the command of Major Fibrofog. "The Spoon Theory" is very good for helping "normal" people understand that when we say we're done, we're really done - and if we don't stop, we'll definitely pay later.
My husband had a really hard time getting his head around Fibro too, in the beginning. I have to say it took years...but we already had kids together, and we stuck it out. Now he totally believes me, but it's still not the same as actually "getting it." I wish he were the type to read about
it, and go to doctors with me, but he's just not. And yes, he still gets frustrated at my confused thinking.
His mother - now, that's another story - she makes it pretty clear she believes I just need to get my act together. She's 83 and has always enjoyed amazing health - so naturally, she can't relate AT all. Take, for instance, the time I picked her up at the airport last year and took 2 hours to find where I'd just parked my car....no sense of humor whatsoever! Here I was, apologizing profusely and trying to explain Fibrofog,
and she wasn't even cracking a smile. C'est la vie. And life's too short. What's that saying? - "Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter won't mind" - I like that.
You have to take care of yourself, that's the bottom line. Otherwise, it'll catch up with you and you'll end up even more incapacitated. Of course, the nuts and bolts of that are different for each of us...in my case, I ended up never getting my career off the ground, and was a stay-at-home mom and then a substitute teacher. Now I rarely even do that, but then I'm older, too, so some of the sting has gone.
I hope to hear more from you...we are here to help!
Debbie