I was watching a medical show where patients or patients’ relatives reveal how difficult it was to find a diagnosis for the conditions they were…

I was watching a medical show where patients or patients’ relatives reveal how difficult it was to find a diagnosis for the conditions they were experiencing, yet most felt relieved when they finally received a diagnosis that made sense.   There’s something comforting about having a name for things that seem to keep going wrong, whether it’s happening in your own body or with the world. It’s what we all do from time to time; we seek out something that will simplify in our minds a complicated situation. By giving a name to something, there’s some hope that it can be dealt with (though certainly, that’s not always or really the case).   But there can be a danger in trying to simplify something by giving it names and describing it and whatnot. Sometimes a laundry list description of a disease or just anything, really, that is life-altering minimizes its effects on an individual.   I mean, say that you have a debilitating disease but the people around you just say, “Ah yeah, it’s that disease with such and such symptom, right?” Then they don’t seem to think about how it affects you, and that’s what most painful, when people completely disregard that aspect completely.   I guess what I’m trying to say is that one the one hand, when you try to express something it enables you to understand whatever that condition is, yet on the other hand people might use the same words to minimize its effects on you.   – Allyson