What my mom is going through reminds me of the very solid boundary between fantasies of being an “invalid”, and actually being afflicted with disease and all of the pain and horrible things that go with it that I would never wish on anyone or desire to have myself.
As with all taboo fantasies, most of us do not actually want the literal thing we’re imagining to come true; what we hunger for is something else entirely. Something that provides some kind of escape, or imagined fringe benefits.
My mom does not want this. I do not want her to have this. I do not want what she has.
I want her and all of us to be free and easy and healthy and happy in our bodies. Without pain. Without fear.
This site and my invalid fantasies are not intended to be taken as literal wishes for illness.
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