Don’t Get Close to Her – She’s Got a Disease!
When you’re in grade school, about the only disease you think you could possibly catch is a case of the “cooties” from the opposite sex. But in my case, it was real.
“I had Eczema…”
In the beginning, it cropped up in common places like my elbows and wrists. I could hide behind long sleeves in the winter – but it wasn’t long before summer rolled around and shorts, t-shirts and sandals.
And that’s when you’d hear the whispers. The gossip. The questionable looks from teachers and other parents who wondered if you were getting abused at home for all the red, irritable patches on your skin that looked like someone punched you straight in the face.
I Didn’t Want My Son to Be Called All Those Awful Names and Silently Endure the Pain I Suffered With for Years
Names like?“Leper”, “Creep”?and?“Scaly”?still ring in the back of my mind like it was yesterday. That’s why, when I started noticing Samuel scratching his back against a door frame, I lifted up his shirt and noticed all the sure-fire signs of eczema:
- Blotchy red skin
- Scaly patches with oozing
- Incredible itching that keeps coming back
- Skin that would heal and then break out again