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Home » Articles » Relationships
Full disclosure? No disclosure? One Babe considers her small talk options
by Kerrie
- kerrie@thedailyheadache.com
Editrix's note: For each of us, the decision regarding whether to tell our whole story -- or certain parts of it -- is one we make every day. For this ChronicBabe, a move to a new city meant learning all over again how to introduce herself. Like many women, her technique evolved over time, and yours will too. Here's one perspective on small-talk disclosure.
Being young and married with chronic headaches, but without children or a job, makes party conversation pretty difficult. Add being a feminist and living in a new city to the mix and watch it bubble over. In the two years since I quit my job and my husband and I moved, I’ve tried many different approaches to small talk.
At first I said that I was getting us settled into our new house and community, then was figuring out what career I wanted to do next. This held up for about six months, at which point I could say that I was waiting to get residency so I could take classes without paying out-of-state tuition. Then I could say that we had some travel planned, so I needed to wait until after that to enroll in classes.
In every conversation, I felt like I came across as a spoiled housewife who decorates her house, drinks lattes and travels on a whim. Not only that, I wasn’t doing very much of anything. While lying in bed, I read a lot of books and despaired over how disorganized the house was. I had nothing interesting and socially appropriate to talk about, and it seemed like everything I did say was about my husband, not me. Appearing as the current incarnation of a 50s housewife didn’t thrill me.
Trying to hide or deny major parts of my life was taxing and felt dishonest; eventually, I went to the opposite extreme. All the pain, boredom and unhappiness was simply too much to keep to myself. Whenever a conversation steered toward me and my work, I found myself telling the gory details to strangers. One of these strangers was kind enough to see that there was good underneath all the desperation and self-centeredness. She has become a good friend, but everyone else was part of a transient relationship. I imagine I scared them all off.
I’ve gotten much better at tailoring my response. I try to dodge the question of "what do I do" when I first meet someone. If I can’t, I’ll say I do some freelance writing. If I sense a connection with -- or lack of judgment from -- someone, I’ll say that I’m a reluctant housewife. This is always followed by more questions, so I say that I haven’t been working because of health problems, but that I’m getting started on health education/advocacy/activism work. If someone asks a direct question, I’ll give an edited version of the story, depending on how much I want that person to know.
As I write this, it’s obvious that my responses have followed my changing self perception. When we first moved, I still thought I’d be cured soon and would be able to hold any sort of job I wanted to. After it became apparent that this wasn’t the case, I stammered out some excuse or gushed the details. My life was too much for me to sort out on my own then. The excuses lasted a lot longer than the gushing did. They got me through the greater part of a year until I figured out who I was and how to mesh my illness with the rest of life.
Pain dictates so much of what we do, how we think about ourselves and how we relate to others, that it can seem like it dictates our lives. Letting the pain be in control for a while may ultimately help us live with it more easily. Some day you may look back on your behavior and cringe. I certainly do, but I don’t regret it.
About Kerrie
Kerrie is a passionate, intense, introspective, empathetic (sometimes overly so), fun-loving and silly 28-year-old ChronicBabe. She has experienced chronic daily headache and migraine for almost 20 years. She has worked as a writer, editor, publication designer and teacher. Now Kerrie's work is blogging on headaches, keeping healthy and enjoying life.
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Posted: 7/25/2005 in Relationships
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