Izzie
 Croydon, UK

My arthritis didn’t appear overnight. It started when I was 8 with what everyone thought

was a sprained knee. I remember sitting out on sports day that summer with not much in

my head apart from what I wanted to doodle on my cast.

I was diagnosed with juvenile idiopathic arthritis just after I turned 9. By the time I was a

teenager, it had spread from my knees to my ankles, fingers, wrists, elbows and shoulder.

Initially I was put on methotrexate but, as is often the case with children, this came with

some killer side effects. I didn’t grow for 3 years and became anaemic. Worst of all was how

anxious I felt on medication day – I was so worried about how awful I’d feel afterwards that

I became ill from stress.

Luckily, when I started secondary school I switched to a biologic, which felt like a miracle

drug to me. It had barely any side effects and suddenly I had energy again. I joined a local

taekwondo club and, between training and my medication, managed to stay well for most

of my school years.

Throughout that time, I never really acknowledged that my arthritis was sticking around for

good. When I was first diagnosed, my rheumatologist told my mum that it would likely ‘burn

itself out’ as I grew up, so when I was 14 I was weaned off medication. Unfortunately, this

led to a particularly aggressive flare.

That was the first time I’d been able to properly process both the amount of pain I was in

and the damage I could feel happening in my joints. Walking to and around school, I felt like

my knees were eroding. Worse, we’d started GCSE work and I was struggling to hold a pen.

Despite that, I was too scared to tell my friends or even talk about it with my family. I felt

like I wasn’t supposed to complain and I didn’t want to be seen as ‘that kid with a disease.’

When my next big flare up happened, I still felt that way at first. I was 20 by then, about to

take my final exams at university, on the campus’ cheerleading squad and with a part-time

catering job. The timing couldn’t have been worse and I felt the familiar sinking feeling as I

realised what was happening in my body.

But instead of trying to keep it to myself, I gradually started to tell friends about it. I started

with a student nurse on my cheer squad, then slowly branched out. Now, after some handy

steroid injections, my condition is fairly stable again. I graduated from university, did a

Masters, got back into taekwondo and got a full-time job.

I’d be lying if I said I feel 100% comfortable talking about my experience, even now at 22.

But speaking to other young people with arthritis has made a huge difference; I feel part of

a community, which has really helped me to accept that I’m in this for the long haul.

I think one of the most important things is to value what you’ve managed to achieve despite

your condition. I have a long list of things I want to do with my life, and I won’t be writing

any of them off because of arthritis.

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