Lately, I’ve seen a co-opting of the phrase ‘I’m out of spoons’, by people who are not dealing with disabilities and/or chronic illnesses. To be frank, I wish this would stop. I reckon these people don’t know what it’s truly like to have to chose between washing yourself and making your meal. That’s the way it is when you are a spoonie. Some days you might have so little stamina, you must make a choice between eating and bathing. Other times, you might think you have enough spoons to get through the day when suddenly you realise no more spoons exist, and the great cash happens. It’s awful, to be honest.
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