Society has an interesting way of trivializing alopecia; passing it off as simply cosmetic.
So then I suppose that those of us who dare to feel saddened by this uncontrollable condition which leaves us looking almost supernatural and unspeakably unhealthy should also feel guilty for having such petty, vein, and juvenile emotions....damn. that's a lot.
'Seems it might be easier to tell the world that I've lost my hair battling cancer than it is to say that I have some immune disorder that attacks hair follicles deeming me bald indefinitely. #justsayin'
So I have finally accepted (after 25 years) that I am a slave to my wig. I started sleeping in my wig two months ago. I take it off only to wash it and to scrub my scalp once a week. Actually ....now that I'm not running for my wig whenever the door rings, or hiding beneath windows in fear that the neighbors will see how horrific I really am, life has gotten better. Believe it or not, my husband Of 8 years even responds to me better. Go figure.