Having Psoriasis As A Teen: Drama in Drama Club

Ninth grade was a really awkward time for me. I found myself dealing with puberty, the awkwardness of being tall, and of course psoriasis.

Despite all of this, like most kids, I tried to make the best of it. I wanted to throw myself into the things that brought me joy. One thing I loved the most was acting. Acting gave me the chance to forget about my problems for a moment.

Finding safety in something fun

Luckily, the new high school I attended had a drama club. I was very excited about the chance to be a thespian. The high school play for that particular semester was Pinocchio and I earned the part of Miss Fire Eater. This role was considered the "bad guy" who tried her best to take down Pinocchio and his crew.

We practiced every day after school. I felt safe in drama club, all my classmates were nice and seem to accept me for who I was. Nothing lasts forever.

Just when I felt like myself...

As we got closer to showtime, the usual next step is conducting dress rehearsals. I was in the dressing room with the rest of the female cast - we were trying on costumes and getting ready to put on the makeup. As I got my makeup sponge and proceed to pick out my foundation, the drama teacher stopped me.

She said, "Oh no, you can't use my make-up, I don't know what that is on your neck and hands, you'll have to bring your own." It was as if everything at that moment everything in the room stopped and all eyes were on me.

I wasn't mad. I was hurt and I was devastated. Not only had she embarrassed me and made me feel like crap, but she also did it in front of my classmates. After she said her statement, I did the only thing I knew how to do for an occurrence like that, I cried.

Although the memories of that moment were so long ago and a bit hazy, I remember my cast members consoling me the best way they could.

Of course, I took it personally

I mean, I was a teenager. I took everything personally because I was figuring out the type of person I wanted to be. Insecurity plagued me and I was ashamed of my condition.

I hated talking about psoriasis and I hated the fact that I had it. But despite my drama teacher's prejudice, there was an angel in the midst of the storm, and her name was Ms.D.

I don’t remember what the D stood for, but Ms.D was beautiful on the outside and the inside as well. She was the drama assistant. She helped us with wardrobes, lines, and whatever else we needed. I told her what happened and I remember her being very supportive.

The next day Ms.D had a gift for me. She went to MAC Cosmetics and picked up a bunch of makeup samples for me to try. I had all types of different foundations to choose from. She hugged me and told me when I ran out of makeup to let her know.

It's important to talk about it

Although reliving that moment brings back some hurtful memories, I’m thankful for people like Ms.D. She showed me compassion and love when it was least expected.

I don’t remember her asking what my condition was or asking if it was contagious. I just remember her being there for me when I needed someone the most.

I never told my family what happened. This is a case with a lot of children who have psoriasis. You will never know what they encounter on a daily basis especially if you don’t ask.

If you have kids with psoriasis be sure to have a conversation about their disease and self-image.

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