Ethnicity is something I have been interested in for a very long time, especially since I come from a mixed race background, my paternal grandfather is Sri Lankan and moved over to England during his 20s. I have grown up in a relatively “English” household but have always felt that having Sri Lankan heritage is a huge part of my identity, even if it only makes up 25% of me. Sri Lanka is such a beautiful country filled with a rich culture that I was lucky enough to travel to with my family in 2016, why wouldn’t I want to celebrate that part of me?
I think when everyone is growing up they wonder who they are and what they will be, but for me there seemed to always be such a conflict as to my ethnicity. I have always listed my ethnicity as White Asian, yes I am born and bred English but I am also Sri Lankan. I think it’s important both of those are involved in my identity. However when talking about this with people they haven’t always understood, some of my best friends when I was 16 laughed in my face for a solid 10 minutes, and my own dad couldn’t understand my ethnicity all because ‘you don’t get white Asians’. It goes without saying that neither of these incidents were meant to be racist or taken that way, they just struck a chord with me as I felt it was important to celebrate my heritage and hurt not to be taken seriously. Now I am older it is easier to just laugh those sorts of comments off, but at the time it left me feeling confused, if I am not White Asian, what am I?
You wouldn’t look at me and think I am Asian, I quite often get mistaken for Spanish or Italian, but that shouldn’t undermine my ethnicity. I grew up with both Sri Lankan and English values, both Sri Lankan and English food and both Sri Lankan and English family. Not only does my last name – Sivakumaran – mean ‘the son of the god Shiva’, I even have Shiva’s third eye and his wife Parvati’s lotus flower tattooed on my ankles, as a reminder of my family and my trip to Sri Lanka. It feels fair and right to include both England and Sri Lanka in my ethnicity.
Although this is something very insignificant to some people, it has always formed a big part of my identity. I am now so proud to say I am White Asian, talk about my ancestry and I feel privileged to have grown up in a huge multicultural family.
See you next time pals x
Imagine every morning you wake up and for half an hour to an hour you feel normal, then its as if someone drapes a heavy cloak over your shoulders that you have to carry round with you all day. That’s what living with CFS/ME feels like for me. Some days the cloak slips a bit and I can feel energetic, almost normal again, but these brief interludes only come occasionally and leave me remembering what it was like before I was ill.
One of the things I find hardest about this illness is its cyclical nature, some days I can be active and busy all day without my symptoms becoming overwhelming, however other days it is tiring to sit up and walking for five minutes requires a lie down after. Obviously these are extremes but they still form either end of a scale that my CFS/ME seems to bounce around.
In terms of symptoms, they break down into physical and mental. My physical symptoms obviously begin with extreme tiredness and include joint and back pain, sensitivity to light and sound, sore throat and headaches. When you hear of CFS/ME you wouldn’t expect to have such random symptoms. My mental symptoms mainly revolve around speech, forming a sentence and thinking of words is such a challenge when I am fatigued. Before falling ill my memory was particularly sharp, I have a slight photographic memory and always found it easy to memorise things at the last minute. Unfortunately since CFS/ME has set in, I struggle to remember the simplest things and its a frustration I never thought I would struggle with.
One of the biggest surprises for me when it comes to CFS/ME is how different it feels day to day and the frustration of making plans then being too unwell to actually carry them through. No matter how understanding people are it’s impossible to not feel like you’re letting them down.
In my next post I’m going to write about acceptance and how important it is when managing this illness.
See you next time pals x
Who would I be if i didn’t start things off with a pun? I can’t take complete credit as it was my boyfriend’s idea, but it’s best not to let his head get any bigger.
To get the boring stuff out of the way, I was diagnosed with CFS/ME in June 2018 after a year of suffering with the illness. For people who don’t know what CFS/ME is, it stands for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis and is defined by the NHS as a long-term illness with a wide range of symptoms, most commonly extreme tiredness. The definition is as vague as it could possibly be, but seeing as it affects sufferers in such different and unique ways, it is hard to give a precise definition of the illness.
Before I was diagnosed with CFS/ME I was a relatively normal student studying at University. I had a pretty active lifestyle having danced and played sports for my whole life. I have suffered with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember and found these even harder to manage whilst being diagnosed with CFS/ME, as I suddenly lacked any control over what I was physically able to do. My knowledge of the illness was somewhat lacking, one of my older sisters also suffers from CFS/ME, so although I had watched her battle with the illness for several years, I really didn’t understand what it truly meant to have CFS/ME until I began to notice I also had the symptoms.
I want to emphasise how individuals can be affected in many different ways, so if you think you may be suffering with CFS/ME it is important to not get caught up comparing yourself to other sufferers. For me, CFS/ME affects both my physical and mental wellbeing whereas some sufferers may notice more physical than mental symptoms. I plan to write a post explaining in detail how CFS/ME affects me specifically as I think it will help people to understand the illness better and gain an insight to what is really happening when I say I’m tired or unwell.
My plan for this blog is to be completely selfish and create a space where I can write down exactly what I’m experiencing and recognise patterns in my illness. I also want to share this with people as I feel like there is a huge amount of ignorance towards the illness, not that that is anyone’s fault, it feels as if medical professionals know little about it themselves. I don’t want to completely restrict myself to just writing about illness as I feel like I have many more experiences to write about, but here just seems the perfect place to start as it is the forefront of my life.
I hope you enjoy reading about my life and learn something about CFS/ME, see you next time pals x