I’ve been in pain for two years, but I still struggle to accept that it’s ‘real’

In the illustration, the same figure is mirrored - on the left, the person, who has short hair, is lying down with eyes closed on a green pillowcase, and on the right, their eyes are open.

Doctors’ disbelief and my upbringing make me question the validity of my chronic illness.

Two years ago, I found myself in the kind of physical pain that several pills were unable to dull. An ache so constant that I couldn’t remember a time it wasn’t there.

I lived in Hyderabad, knew my way around the city and (mostly) loved working in the development sector on women’s and child rights. Yet I struggled to find a schedule that allowed enough time for rest and play. So I decided I’d quit my job to recover from my exhaustion and pain, which I imagined was normal for the hours I kept.

But the pain continued. It was so widespread that I wished for a bed of hot water bags to sink into at the end of the day. Around that time, my therapist randomly suggested that this could be an indication of fibromyalgia. Based on her advice, I quit caffeine and took vitamin supplements. I believed wholeheartedly that someone, somewhere could officially diagnose me, explain the cause and offer a cure – and with this in mind, I began my round of doctor’s offices.

First, I went to an internal medicine doctor that my therapist recommended. She refused to diagnose me with fibromyalgia until she had eliminated all other possibilities, and until she was certain that I had been in pain for more than three months. This was despite the fact that I told her that it had already been over three months.

Even then, I found this method cruel – to leave someone in acute pain for months on end is surely not humane. Patients spend months in limbo while the pain continues, untreated. I spent thousands of rupees on tests.

When my levels of Vitamin B12 turned out to be very low, the doctor refused to consider that fibromyalgia might be the problem. She prescribed medication, and when it didn’t work, she suggested that I take injections. I will admit that there was some pain relief after this, and I started to sleep better. Unless of course, I exercised.

I went on a trek with a friend, and my knees refused to bend after a while. The doctor couldn’t explain what had happened. She dismissed it as an odd event. But it happened again, this time when I was far away from any kind of medical support in the mountains of Kashmir. My knees gave in and I found myself collapsing in the corridors of the school where I was working. I had to help myself – and with support, oils and ointment, I slowly recovered.

As soon as I could, I visited physiotherapists, orthopaedics and anyone else who would see me. Some suggested scans of my knees. Others said I was just sensitive. Some tried to work with me and eventually gave up. The worst among them were the condescending ones: questioning if I had simply overdone the exercise, or suggesting that teaching was a relaxing profession and that I should just return to it. Snorting at them in disbelief did not help. Their reactions made it easy to tell myself that I was imagining my own acute pain. I believed I was tricking the world, that I wasn’t really in pain, that I just wanted attention.

In this painting by Amrita Sher-Girl, a woman is reclining on a bed with her face on her chin. The entire painting is rendered is shades of red and yellow.

‘Shringaar’ (1940) by Amrita Sher-Gil. Courtesy www.wikiart.org.

Finally, after I moved to Mumbai in late 2016, I found a doctor who was willing to work with me. She confirmed that I had fibromyalgia and gave me medication to ease my pain. I felt immense relief that I had found an answer.

I’ve been on this medication for six months. My pain has somewhat abated, but there’s still too much of it. I’ve even asked my partner what it’s like to not constantly be in pain.

Recently, I’ve been having a lot of colds. But I haven’t yet found a doctor who is able to simply admit that they don’t know whether the medicine they’re prescribing for a cold will interact badly with my pain medication. This is the least I expect out of a health care provider. It is difficult to be the only one in the conversation who is actively aware of fibromyalgia.

All of this has been made worse because of my own baggage. I grew up in a house where being ‘tough’ was very important. So when I didn’t feel tough, I pretended to be. Now when I need support or help, I think of myself as weak and disgusting.

This ‘toughness’ is a disease. It’s hard for me to accept that sometimes I cannot wash my own clothes or cook my own food. The two voices inside my head – of ‘toughness’ and vulnerability – are constantly warring with each other, and this is legitimately exhausting. So is the online literature on fibromyalgia, which reads like a death sentence – no known cause or cure, not being able to work, not being able to be independent. Exciting, isn’t it?

Despite being in pain for nearly two years, I still struggle to accept that it is real. I’ve often convinced myself that the only time my illness is real is when I can’t work, when my productivity itself comes into question. (Thank you, capitalism.)

The solace from all of this negativity comes from finding other women on the internet. Women who, like me, have had their pain and discomfort dismissed by doctors. Doctors’ lack of understanding and empathy is evident in the way they handle chronic pain, in the way diagnosis and treatment is delayed. So those of us who live with this pain have turned to a community whose members understand pain, and cheer each other on through recovery.

This doesn’t change the fact that I am exhausted a lot. I get dizzy easily. I can faint because of the pain I am in. My jaw makes terrible noises when it opens. My fingers hurt too much to even hold a pencil sometimes. My feet ache too much to stand in the local train. Sometimes I have to choose between having a bath and cooking food. Sex can be too exhausting and even if there is desire for it, there is often no energy.

And it is this physical experience that reminds me that I can’t control everything. Some days will go as planned, but others will be spent in bed with hot water bags, SOS medication, tea, Volini, and the virtual company of those who also feel this pain.

Featured image credit: Upasana Agarwal

About the author

Srinidhi Raghavan

Srinidhi Raghavan is a feminist who works on women's, child and disability rights. She is an introvert, a lover of poetry and sometimes, a writer.


  • Srindhi, understand you. I have known women experiencing this who are tired of even talking about it to friends.
    Wish you find solution to your health condition soon. Wish you have the strength and wisdom to go through this life experience.
    It’s alright to ask for more support from universe. It’s available.

  • I am sorry you have to deal with so much pain so constantly. I feel angry that you had to see so many apathetic health care providers. Living with so much pain on one hand and trying to tell yourself that you are making it up on the other (because of these asshole doctors) cannot have been remotely easy. Love, hugs and warmth to you.

  • Hi Srinidhi! My soul hurt as I read your journey of pain and having to face apathy and indifference..at such a young age, even as you begin to live. I can’t imagine you not laughing, not being the ruffian of your class, of not putting questions to the teacher boldly if only to ruffle her. Or to take all assignments to heart and do your best.
    I hope and pray that yours is a case of wrong diagnosis and that you return to your work with women and children in full steam!
    And you could have a career in writing: what progress since the day you were told that your thoughts travel faster than your hand!
    Love and blessings!

  • Hi.. I’ve also been diagnosed with fibromyalgia and I totally relate to each and everything you’ve written.. the toughness and the vulnerablity et all.. I love traveling but right now skeptical about traveling.. I too quit my job recently.. But the reason was I no longer enjoyed it and felt the struggle not worth my efforts.. Fibromyalgia has helped me connect my spiritual side and helped me better connect with my own self.. I don’t take medication as I was warned it would be addictive and comes with a lot of side effects.. I started doing Iyengar Yoga and meditation regularly which really helped me but what helped me most is starting Ayurvedic medications along with quitting alcohol, sugar, gluten, non veg, Milk and milk products but I feel more energetic now.. it’s been 2 months now with this experiment.. I still have my days of pain but it’s not as long lasting.. more power to you girl..

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