Something I didn't really touch on in my last post was the reason behind it. I mean, teaspoon for a tea party kinda makes sense doesn't it. It doesn't make you question why it's called that. Heh, a little clever play on words there.
Unless you're a #spoonie, or know someone who is, then the idea of there being a Spoon event makes even more sense. (More information on Spoon theory can be found here)
Spoons: I don't have enough spoons for this.
Spoons: I ran out of spoons an hour ago.
Spoons = a unit of energy, if you like. And being a spoonie, you have much less than other people around you seem to have.
You can't tell if someone is a fellow spoonie. Although over time it may become clear, but hey, that's the joy of the invisible disabilities.
I have one. If you've followed me for a while you might remember this. Fact is, I've been flare up free for about a year and half now, but I feel like I'm slipping down that slow incline where my pain condition is getting worse by the day, just not by enough to warrant a trip to the doctors. Not yet anyway.
So, #bloggersteaspoon was an event to raise money for LupusUK, and I for one knew a little about the condition from fellow spoonies, but it was refreshing to see a room full of people intrigued by this charity, and wanting to know more. And to me, that was more valuable than the £193 we raised. You can't put a value on that knowledge, that realisation that although you may seem like an able person, underneath is a different story.
Much love my lovelies,