Drama in Drama Club

Ninth grade was a really awkward time for me. I had just moved from my grandparent’s house back in with my mother after a 4 year lapse. At that time, I was dealing with puberty, the awkwardness of being tall, and of course psoriasis.

But despite everything that was going on, I continued to prevail the best I could. One thing I loved to do was act. Acting gave me the chance to forget about my problems for the moment and become something of an imaginary world. 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 the semester was Pinocchio! And I earned the part of Miss Fire Eater, 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 accepted me for who I was.

Entr’acte

Well, as we got closer to Showtime we had to do dress rehearsals. I was in the dressing room with the rest of the female cast trying on costumes and getting ready to put on the makeup provided by the drama teacher. 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, she 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.

During this time in my life, 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 wardrobe, 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 the makeup to let her know.

Curtain call

Although reliving that moment brings back some hurtful memories, I’m thankful for people like Ms. D who have shown me 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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