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No, it’s not contagious

A Dominican-American man with psoriasis fends off the usual annoying questions, battles his anger, searches for the right treatment and helps raise awareness.

I’ve been living with psoriasis since May 2014. Four years ago I was living a normal life: working, traveling and figuring out what direction I wanted my life to take as I was embarking on my thirties. All was well until one morning I noticed what appeared to be a small rash on my right leg.

I thought it was a simple allergic reaction. In a short period of time, it spread throughout my body, covering my legs, back, torso and arms. A month later, with two biopsies and a full jar of topical cream treatment under my belt, I was presented with the news that psoriasis had made itself comfortable in my body.

My face turned into a question mark emoji. What in the world was psoriasis? I had never heard of psoriasis before. Neither had my family or friends. Apparently, “the P,” as I call psoriasis, is a disease not a lot of people know of in my community. Imagine the frustration having to describe what “the P” is to my Dominican relatives and friends who thought I had a very bad rash, or raquiña, as Dominicans call it.

Imagine having to explain your disease to them and others all the time. You don’t want to get too medical, trust me. It opens a box of more uncomfortable questions. How about the number one question? Ready? Wait for it: Is it contagious? I don’t know what was worse, the questions or the stares. People looked at me almost as if I were an alien.

My mental game

I endured the physical pain with unbearable itching in my whole body, to the point where I had to take prescription sleeping pills that would help me sleep. And on top of that the psychological instability. I couldn’t help being self-conscious about my appearance, what others were thinking of me, and the embarrassment of leaving a trail of flakes on my path. I couldn’t do normal things many would consider normal, such as shaving, showing off my “summer body” that I worked so hard on in the winter and spring, or getting a haircut – the barber refused because he assumed I was contagious.

My whole life changed drastically: my diet, going in for doctor’s visits at least weekly, changing my laundry detergent, even my way of thinking. Oh, yes, your mental state has a lot to do with how your body deals with “the P,” which I didn’t manage until way later in the game.

When I first was diagnosed with psoriasis, I was not in denial because my body reminded me  that it was real. But I was angry. I went down the family tree to see who had “the P” and it turned out no one had, and nobody had a clue what psoriasis was.

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