Frankly, sometimes I just don’t deal with my eczema when it’s really severe in public. The pandemic and working remotely has made that a lot easier for a lot of people. Sometimes though (often?) you do have to leave your house. Somethings this is when you’d rather just stay home during a severe, scary flare….

I admit these are really, really strange, habits I’ve developed since my eczema started. They’re 10 of the many reasons this blog is anonymous. I’m certainly not proud of any of these strange habits. Here we go… #1: Hand Envy I never noticed so many other people’s hands before I had eczema. I find myself…

The worst places to get eczema, ranked by someone who has had eczema in all of these places. See graphic photo evidence, below. 1: The Worst Place to Get Eczema: The Neck I’m not sure why, but having itchy eczema on your neck is absolute hell. Perhaps it’s because the skin here is thin. Or,…

Why am I writing about eczema and compassion? For me, the two words have become highly correlated. The worse my eczema is, the more compassionate for others I become. I suppose this is better than wallowing in my own sorrows, at the very least. Is This Compassion a New Thing? I’ve always been a relatively…

My eczema started as a small patch on my upper triceps, on just one arm, in January 2019. I thought it was strange, so I took a picture of it, which I still have (see below). NOTE: This post contains semi-graphic photos! That went away, or at least I stopped noticing it. In February, we…

I’m not sure why I’m writing about my eczema. Partially because eczema had become the sole topic of my conversations with my mom. Because the daily journal I’d been using became full of only thoughts about my eczema, to the point that I’d essentially stopped writing in it. If you were to build a word…