Let’s talk about being a student

Let’s talk about being a student

This topic sparked after a conversation I had with a friend earlier, being a student feels like a very weird in between stage. I am an adult, I moved out of my parents house, I manage my own finances and look after myself. Yet sometimes it is blatantly obvious I’m not taken as seriously as I should be because I am a student. This conversation was mainly focused around estate agents as we both felt they take complete advantage of students, obviously this is a completely biased opinion, however I know it isn’t only us that feel this way.

This is my fourth year of being a university student, I’ve lived independently for all of that time yet I can’t help but still feel like people treat me like a teenager sometimes. Why does it matter that I’m in full time education compared to a full time job? Majority of people I know at university also work part time, and although they have student finance, they support themselves financially as much as possible. I know this opinion doesn’t apply to everyone, and lots of people don’t view university students differently to adults but there is definitely a stigma around them. 

It also doesn’t just apply to what people think of us, I know other people have felt similarly to me, these past few years have been a continuous cycle of freaking out about my life plan and working out what job would be suited to me. It’s a time that people constantly tell you to enjoy, and I’m sure when I am older I will look back and miss this time, however it also feels like a very important, scary time where I have to make so many decisions when I barely know what I want for dinner. Maybe that’s why people hold a stigma around students, it really comes down to jealousy of missing that time of their life. 

This whole period has been a confusing time of working out what I’m doing with my life, and the more I muddle through it, I notice everyone feels the same and you just have to not think to much about it. 

See you next time pals x 

Managing a setback

Managing a setback

On my CFS/ME course they use the term setbacks to talk about anything that creates struggles for us when managing our illness. To a certain extent, the past month’s events have been a huge setback in my illness, I have become significantly more poorly, but it has been really hard judging when to let myself feel sad and grieve, or when it is impacting my illness and making me feel worse. 

In my previous post I spoke about positivity and how important it is to remain optimistic with this illness, it serves no value to feel sorry for myself. What I’m really struggling with at the moment is remembering that in the past year I’ve lost two people very close to me, anyone without an illness would be struggling to and I have to be kind to myself because I have to manage an illness and manage bereavement. 

My plan for the next few weeks is to put myself first as much as possible and put my illness back at the top of my priorities. It’s okay to be a bit selfish in these circumstances. If someone I knew was in my position, I’d be telling them to put themselves first, so I should take my own advice. 

See you next time pals x

A little positivity

A little positivity

It’s been a hot minute since I wrote a blog post as I sadly lost my Grandma at the end of October, so needed some time to process and recoup. I don’t want this to seem selfish but obviously this has taken a huge toll on my fatigue, it doesn’t take a medical professional to connect stress to illnesses, I have seen a huge decline in my health the past few weeks. On the other hand, I think it’s important to remember that there is a reason for that, I’d come so far with managing my fatigue and was actually going through a very healthy patch, there’s no reason I can’t go back to that.

One of the biggest things I’ve learnt with CFS/ME is how vital your mindset is, now I’m not saying I never have days where I don’t feel down about being ill, I just know how important it is to keep positive. I count myself lucky that I am able to keep motivated to get as well as I can, it would be so easy to just settle and believe that I’m always going to be this ill. It took me a long time to get to this place, a huge part of it was accepting that I am chronically ill.

I pride myself in being optimistic, particularly as someone who has suffered with depression for years, it’s never prevented me from being hopeful for better. I will put my hands up and say I am guilty of getting easily frustrated when people are pessimistic, I’ve just never seen a need for it. I understand being realistic however there’s a difference between the two, it must be so draining to constantly think negatively. Maybe it’s because I have spent years teaching myself to separate the negative thoughts that come with depression, so therefore don’t understand why someone would voluntarily always take the cynical side of things.

I hope this post will help some people that find themselves stuck in negative thoughts, even I find it draining when someone is constantly moaning so goodness knows how they feel. It’s okay to be sad and to moan but you have to be able to pick yourself up and focus on what is really going to help you. A little positivity can go a long way.

See you next time pals x

Let’s talk about names

Let’s talk about names

 

People that have known me for over three years will notice I’ve changed my name from Ellen to Ells, it started as simply a nickname but soon developed into my full time name. Don’t get me wrong, I will never legally change it as I’m sure there are times in my life where I will go by Ellen, I also wouldn’t want to out of respect for my parents after all they chose this name for me.

I have always gone by a few names, people may not know that my full name is Ellen Jayne Sivakumaran, I mainly go by Ells as I’ve never really been a fan of Ellen. Majority of my family call me Ellie, although they also speak Tamil and I found out when I was 19 that Ellie (probably not spelt like that) is rat in Tamil, so my family had been calling me rat my entire life without me knowing. My Dad calls me Elsie as he’s always called my sisters and I by nicknames, personally Elsie is my favourite sometimes I wish I’d decided to just go by Elsie but I also like that it’s my Dad’s name for me. I call my Dad papa majority of the time and I’d love to say it’s a really sweet story as to why but it actually started because he has terrible selective hearing and overtime he just started to stop listening to Dad. I do think it suits him as well, Papa gives you the image of big, cuddly and happy guy, and my Dad is certainly a great hugger.

The nickname Ells was started by my sisters when I was younger, and I then changed my social media names to Ells to keep them private from people that only knew my by Ellen. It slowly became habit that people would call me Ells and now I even introduce myself as Ells. There is a big part of me that cringes when people call me Ellen as it almost doesn’t feel like me anymore, not to get too deep, there’s only a select few people that call me it now. It’s not as if I have an emotional connection to being called Ells, but there’s an element of being called Ellen that reminds me of being in school and I feel like a very different person to who I was in school. In some ways it makes sense to me to be called something different as I am different.

Most of what this all boils down to is habit, I am used to being called Ells now just like I am used to being called Ellie by my family and Elsie by my papa. Maybe it seems insignificant to some people but it’s important to me and I think people should respect that I want to be known as Ells. Your name is one of the first things people learn about you and it seems strange how little control you have over it, not saying that we should decide our own names, just that we’re allowed a bit of artistic license with them.

See you next time pals x

What I wish people knew about CFS/ME

What I wish people knew about CFS/ME

I wouldn’t wish this illness on my worst enemy, but sometimes I wish people understood what it was like to suffer with CFS/ME. I thought I would talk about some of the things I’d like people to know.

It’s not a choice

I know it may sound obvious, but I think it’s easy for people to just think I’m being lazy or emotional when actually whatever is happening in my body is for more complicated. Believe me, if I had the choice between spending all day lying down or being able to get through the day without stopping to rest, I know what I’d pick. Even when it’s a joke it still stings if someone calls me lazy, it’s not like I have an option.

The FOMO is gutting

It’s a cliche but honestly the fear of missing out can be a horrible part of this illness. There’s nothing worse than watching your friends be able to do whatever they want whilst you’re so restricted by an unpredictable illness.

I don’t want sympathy

I understand this illness is pretty rubbish, there’s no sugar coating it, there’s nothing fun about being chronically ill. However I’ve never needed people to feel sorry for me, all I would ask is for their support.

Ask me questions

When I first suffered from CFS/ME there was a lot I didn’t understand about the illness, it’s obvious that people who have never heard of it are going to struggle to wrap their heads around it. The best thing is to just ask me any questions you have, or go search online, the better you understand the easier it will be to help.

This is a serious illness

Although it’s not always obvious, this illness has literally changed my life. In the past year I’ve had to completely change my career plan, the way I live, my diet, my social life and keep a positive mindset. It’s not just feeling tired, my body has so many symptoms that I’m still discovering today – a fun new one that has emerged – my jaw clicks and locks like there’s no tomorrow when I’m tired.

I’m very good at hiding my fatigue

It’s a talent I’ve accidentally mastered, I think it’s an automatic response to just put a guard up, pretending I am feeling okay rather than admitted how ill I actually do feel. Don’t get me wrong, there are times I can’t hide the fatigue, however majority of the time I’m feeling a lot worse than I’m showing.

See you next time pals x

How my relationships have changed

How my relationships have changed

I decided to take a little break whilst I settled back into university and in all honesty I’ve been fairly unwell the past couple of weeks. It’s easy to remember how these dips in health affect me in the short term but they really knock me back emotionally for while, I find I’m very sensitive for the next week or so as I’m recovering. I made a very painful mistake in overdoing it on the 26th as I had my group session and university enrolment all in one day which meant I was out of the house from 9:30-5 without any breaks or food, and it’s taken a full week to feel better from it.

I thought I would write a post about how my relationships with people have changed since falling ill as I’ve had a lot of time to think about it recently. Now I am very fortunate majority of people around me are unbelievably supportive, even those who didn’t necessarily understand at first have taken the time to learn about it and try to be as helpful as they can. As with everything, there are a few who blatantly don’t get what it’s like to be chronically ill especially if they only see me at my peaks, which I understand. These tend to be the people that make things a competition, as though life is always harder for them, I find it’s easier to humour them and let them win the battle as it isn’t worth the energy.

I think the biggest change I’ve had to adapt to, is how dependent on everyone I am around me, I’ve always been very independent in looking after myself but with CFS/ME I have to depend on others. I have to ask people to help me with things and trust that they’ll be patient with me. As I’ve mentioned before, my boyfriend and I have I just moved in together, which is a blessing as I truly doubt I’d have been able to look after myself in a student house for another year. Don’t get my wrong, my housemates last year were angels and never failed to cheer me up when I was having a bad day but you don’t want to depend on them to wash your dishes or clothes for you. When I’m poorly Callum is effectively my carer, he will help me do everything whether it’s just fetching me things or helping me get dressed. I’m so fortunate to have someone who can look after me like that.

I’ve really learnt a lot about trust during the past two years, I had to judge who I could trust to understand my illness, especially how unpredictable it is. I’ve been very fortunate throughout my life to have had a handful of friends that I’ve grown up with that I knew I could depend on no matter what, but at university friendships are newer and being so far away from my family in Lincoln it was so important to me to know I have support in Brighton. I am lucky that at my university I have a big group of friends, majority of my course are all friends but even outside of that there are several people I know I could turn to in a time of need. I’m lucky to have formed a sort of dysfunctional family around me that understand when I can’t make social events or have to leave early.

I think it’s so important to surround yourself with positive people at the best of times, but the past year has really showed me how vital it is to have a strong support system around me.

See you next time pals x

Let’s talk about animals

Let’s talk about animals

I’ve never been the kind of person to push my views on someone else, particularly as I feel people are very sensitive about vegetarians/vegans expressing their views. However I wanted to write a post on my views as it’s something I’ve discussed at length with my friends and family.

I’ve been vegetarian for 4 years now, in all honesty when I first turned vegetarian it was purely down to a dislike of meat not so much the ethical side, although in the past couple of years it’s something that has really meant a lot to me. As blunt as it sounds, I find it completely baffling how someone can be an animal lover but still enjoy eating meat. I know it’s down to disassociation, and I understand that to a certain extent it’s the circle of life, I just struggle to take someone seriously when they say they love animals but still eat them. Maybe that sounds harsh, but I simply find it hypocritical.

Since we have no WiFi currently I spend a lot of time watching daytime TV, particularly come dine with me. Several times on the show hosts have served meat from animals they raised themselves and named. At first I was disgusted as it felt so harsh, but after watching the guests reactions and one woman spoke about how she thinks if you’re going to eat meat you should be a conscious meat eater, you should be aware of where it has come from and the reality of how it’s ended up on your plate. That really resonated with me, although it’s something I would never choose to do, I do think people should be more aware of where their food comes from. No matter what people say animals are sentient beings, they may not have the same complex emotions as humans but they grow relationships amongst themselves and with other species.

I am constantly dropping in and out of veganism and truly believe one day I will make the complete switch. There’s no reason I haven’t stuck to it other than pure selfishness as I choose to eat whatever I want, regardless of what has been sacrificed for me to have it. Majority of my day to day food is vegan, bar the odd pizza or chocolate (lol), however it’s something I could easily commit to. There are so many myths that we grow up believing, we do not require a huge amount of protein, for thousands of years majority of people survived from mainly carbohydrates as it was all they good afford. The obsession with protein simply relates back to how cavemen would hunt to seem macho, however their diets were mainly grains provided by women, not to dive into feminism but obviously it wasn’t until recent decades that what women provided was worth a lot. Meat was previously a sign of wealth as only royalty and the upper class of society that could afford it.

I’m not saying we should all never eat meat as I know it’s just not practically going to happen. I do think we should reduce the consumption of meat and dairy because even if the thought of it being actual animals isn’t an issue, it’s still hard to face the conditions in which animals are kept in. Even if they claim to be free range. I think there’s a huge stigma around vegetarianism/veganism which I understand as it is often overbearing, on the other hand I think a lot of the stigma originates from denial and people wanting to stay ignorant from the truth.

I hope this post doesn’t offend anyone, I’m simply expressing my opinion. If you think about it, it’s very rare that humans – nowadays – have the hunting instinct. I don’t know anyone that sees a sheep or cow and wants to pounce on it to slaughter and eat it, when they do they tend to be classed as psychopaths. I’m sure that comes down to disassociating the two, but it’s still a reality.

See you next time pals x