Pressing Your "Buttons"

I hate it when folks make fun of mentally ill people and everyone who knows me knows never to do in my presence. It's one of those things that make can me go from zero to rip-your-throat-out pissed off in less than a second.

Another button I hate to have pressed is the one having to do with my illness. My joints hurt all day every day without fail. Some days are bad, some days are okay. Normal activities often irritate them, but I hardly ever complain and I go about my daily activities as normally as I possibly can. When I do have to back down from doing something, like washing dishes because my wrist hurts like a bitch or slowing down my jog because my knees feel like they're filled with liquid fire, and someone says that I'm using my problem as an excuse, I become livid.

I also despise being talked to as if I were a kid. I am young but I am not a child and I appreciate not being treated like one.

Jam it back in, in the dark.