I don’t really use scary terms (mostly because it’s not that big of a deal), but here it is: I have a skin condition.
I thought it was the end of the world. I had a face full of red patches that I couldn’t even cover with make-up. My dermatologist told me that this would never go away. Ever. And that I’ll have to deal with it.
Seborrheic dermatitis is quite common. In my case, it affects my scalp, my face, and my arms. It itches, and it makes it even worse if I start scratching.
I first found out about it when I was in high school – about six years ago. It’s even harder when you are a teenager. 16-year-old me was not happy. 22-year-old me doesn’t make a big deal out of it.
I have these patches mainly on my face, around my nose, eyebrows, on my cheeks, and in the corners of my mouth. My scalp is full. There are a few reasons why I get them: sweat, stress, and alcohol. The most annoying thing is that they would appear and stay for about a week, and then disappear for about 2-3 weeks, and then appear again.
I had to follow a treatment – morning and night creams. I was not pleased with the way my face looked like – insecurities at their finest. But looking at the situation now, when I’m grown, is not really that big of a deal – for me. I have it under control. Sure, I still get my face full of red and itchy patches, and I deal with dandruff more than I should, but it’s okay. The creams do their magic.
The sun is not my friend – it actually makes it worse, so I avoid being in the sunlight as much as possible. And don’t worry, you cannot get “infected” with it from me or any other person that has this condition.
How I deal with it
I didn’t ask for it, so…you know…rude. I didn’t ask to be blind without my glasses either, so rude x2. But I learned that you don’t need to worry about the things you cannot control, especially if you have a way out. Or partially out, with creams and a lot of patience. And glasses. So I sort of stopped? Caring. And worrying.
The most important thing is how you see yourself living with it. I know, it sounds cliché (which is itself a cliché), but there is no point in worrying about something that I cannot control, and something that doesn’t really affect my life. So I have a skin condition. And it’s not that bad.