...are you watching me to see if I'm any different?
In particular, I am referring to people who "knew" me before I became a person living with MS, and whom I don't see on a regular basis.
So we cross paths at a gathering, and I wonder...does the other person look past me to see if I have a walking aid? Does he watch me walk across the room, and other than looking at my dazzling beauty and gorgeous jewelry, does he check for a drunk-like swerve or stumble?
I suppose this kind of anxiety* (*for lack of a better word) is pretty common. But now, I have added to the list of imaginary things that people are checking me out for.