The Spoon Theory written by Christine Miserandino

 

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The Spoon Theory

by Christine Miserandino www.butyoudontlooksick.com

My best friend and I were in the diner, talking. As usual, it was very late and we were eating French fries with gravy. Like normal girls our age, we spent a lot of time in the diner while in college, and most of the time we spent talking about boys, music or trivial things, that seemed very important at the time. We never got serious about anything in particular and spent most of our time laughing.

Cartoon image of Christine Miserandino holding a spoon
As I went to take some of my medicine with a snack as I usually did, she watched me with an awkward kind of stare, instead of continuing the conversation. She then asked me out of the blue what it felt like to have Lupus and be sick. I was shocked not only because she asked the random question, but also because I assumed she knew all there was to know about Lupus. She came to doctors with me, she saw me walk with a cane, and throw up in the bathroom. She had seen me cry in pain, what else was there to know?

I started to ramble on about pills, and aches and pains, but she kept pursuing, and didn’t seem satisfied with my answers. I was a little surprised as being my roommate in college and friend for years; I thought she already knew the medical definition of Lupus. Then she looked at me with a face every sick person knows well, the face of pure curiosity about something no one healthy can truly understand. She asked what it felt like, not physically, but what it felt like to be me, to be sick.

As I tried to gain my composure, I glanced around the table for help or guidance, or at least stall for time to think. I was trying to find the right words. How do I answer a question I never was able to answer for myself? How do I explain every detail of every day being effected, and give the emotions a sick person goes through with clarity. I could have given up, cracked a joke like I usually do, and changed the subject, but I remember thinking if I don’t try to explain this, how could I ever expect her to understand. If I can’t explain this to my best friend, how could I explain my world to anyone else? I had to at least try.

At that moment, the spoon theory was born. I quickly grabbed every spoon on the table; hell I grabbed spoons off of the other tables. I looked at her in the eyes and said “Here you go, you have Lupus”. She looked at me slightly confused, as anyone would when they are being handed a bouquet of spoons. The cold metal spoons clanked in my hands, as I grouped them together and shoved them into her hands.

I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted.

Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions. So for my explanation, I used spoons to convey this point. I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away, since most people who get sick feel a “loss” of a life they once knew. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have someone or something else, in this case Lupus, being in control.

She grabbed the spoons with excitement. She didn’t understand what I was doing, but she is always up for a good time, so I guess she thought I was cracking a joke of some kind like I usually do when talking about touchy topics. Little did she know how serious I would become?

I asked her to count her spoons. She asked why, and I explained that when you are healthy you expect to have a never-ending supply of “spoons”. But when you have to now plan your day, you need to know exactly how many “spoons” you are starting with. It doesn’t guarantee that you might not lose some along the way, but at least it helps to know where you are starting. She counted out 12 spoons. She laughed and said she wanted more. I said no, and I knew right away that this little game would work, when she looked disappointed, and we hadn’t even started yet. I’ve wanted more “spoons” for years and haven’t found a way yet to get more, why should she? I also told her to always be conscious of how many she had, and not to drop them because she can never forget she has Lupus.

I asked her to list off the tasks of her day, including the most simple. As, she rattled off daily chores, or just fun things to do; I explained how each one would cost her a spoon. When she jumped right into getting ready for work as her first task of the morning, I cut her off and took away a spoon. I practically jumped down her throat. I said ” No! You don’t just get up. You have to crack open your eyes, and then realize you are late. You didn’t sleep well the night before. You have to crawl out of bed, and then you have to make your self something to eat before you can do anything else, because if you don’t, you can’t take your medicine, and if you don’t take your medicine you might as well give up all your spoons for today and tomorrow too.” I quickly took away a spoon and she realized she hasn’t even gotten dressed yet. Showering cost her spoon, just for washing her hair and shaving her legs. Reaching high and low that early in the morning could actually cost more than one spoon, but I figured I would give her a break; I didn’t want to scare her right away. Getting dressed was worth another spoon. I stopped her and broke down every task to show her how every little detail needs to be thought about. You cannot simply just throw clothes on when you are sick. I explained that I have to see what clothes I can physically put on, if my hands hurt that day buttons are out of the question. If I have bruises that day, I need to wear long sleeves, and if I have a fever I need a sweater to stay warm and so on. If my hair is falling out I need to spend more time to look presentable, and then you need to factor in another 5 minutes for feeling badly that it took you 2 hours to do all this.

I think she was starting to understand when she theoretically didn’t even get to work, and she was left with 6 spoons. I then explained to her that she needed to choose the rest of her day wisely, since when your “spoons” are gone, they are gone. Sometimes you can borrow against tomorrow’s “spoons”, but just think how hard tomorrow will be with less “spoons”. I also needed to explain that a person who is sick always lives with the looming thought that tomorrow may be the day that a cold comes, or an infection, or any number of things that could be very dangerous. So you do not want to run low on “spoons”, because you never know when you truly will need them. I didn’t want to depress her, but I needed to be realistic, and unfortunately being prepared for the worst is part of a real day for me.

We went through the rest of the day, and she slowly learned that skipping lunch would cost her a spoon, as well as standing on a train, or even typing at her computer too long. She was forced to make choices and think about things differently. Hypothetically, she had to choose not to run errands, so that she could eat dinner that night.

When we got to the end of her pretend day, she said she was hungry. I summarized that she had to eat dinner but she only had one spoon left. If she cooked, she wouldn’t have enough energy to clean the pots. If she went out for dinner, she might be too tired to drive home safely. Then I also explained, that I didn’t even bother to add into this game, that she was so nauseous, that cooking was probably out of the question anyway. So she decided to make soup, it was easy. I then said it is only 7pm, you have the rest of the night but maybe end up with one spoon, so you can do something fun, or clean your apartment, or do chores, but you can’t do it all.

I rarely see her emotional, so when I saw her upset I knew maybe I was getting through to her. I didn’t want my friend to be upset, but at the same time I was happy to think finally maybe someone understood me a little bit. She had tears in her eyes and asked quietly “Christine, How do you do it? Do you really do this everyday?” I explained that some days were worse then others; some days I have more spoons then most. But I can never make it go away and I can’t forget about it, I always have to think about it. I handed her a spoon I had been holding in reserve. I said simply, “I have learned to live life with an extra spoon in my pocket, in reserve. You need to always be prepared.”

Its hard, the hardest thing I ever had to learn is to slow down, and not do everything. I fight this to this day. I hate feeling left out, having to choose to stay home, or to not get things done that I want to. I wanted her to feel that frustration. I wanted her to understand, that everything everyone else does comes so easy, but for me it is one hundred little jobs in one. I need to think about the weather, my temperature that day, and the whole day’s plans before I can attack any one given thing. When other people can simply do things, I have to attack it and make a plan like I am strategizing a war. It is in that lifestyle, the difference between being sick and healthy. It is the beautiful ability to not think and just do. I miss that freedom. I miss never having to count “spoons”.

After we were emotional and talked about this for a little while longer, I sensed she was sad. Maybe she finally understood. Maybe she realized that she never could truly and honestly say she understands. But at least now she might not complain so much when I can’t go out for dinner some nights, or when I never seem to make it to her house and she always has to drive to mine. I gave her a hug when we walked out of the diner. I had the one spoon in my hand and I said “Don’t worry. I see this as a blessing. I have been forced to think about everything I do. Do you know how many spoons people waste everyday? I don’t have room for wasted time, or wasted “spoons” and I chose to spend this time with you.”

Ever since this night, I have used the spoon theory to explain my life to many people. In fact, my family and friends refer to spoons all the time. It has been a code word for what I can and cannot do. Once people understand the spoon theory they seem to understand me better, but I also think they live their life a little differently too. I think it isn’t just good for understanding Lupus, but anyone dealing with any disability or illness. Hopefully, they don’t take so much for granted or their life in general. I give a piece of myself, in every sense of the word when I do anything. It has become an inside joke. I have become famous for saying to people jokingly that they should feel special when I spend time with them, because they have one of my “spoons”.

© Christine Miserandino

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  • kd

    A physio knowing what they are doing would never say no pain no gain. The newest thing is that the brain can influence our perception of pain.There is a series of videos on utube about it.
    .it isn’t easy and not possible for all. Workiing thru the pain knowing it isn’t making things worse is a technique of doing that.

  • kd

    There are specific strenghtning exercises one may benifit from even with degerative disease. ..it may lessen symptoms. I have a collagen hypermobility syndrome that progressively worsens with time.. My doing proper PT can delay some sypmtoms. Stabilizet muscles need to be focused on strenghtning more so than the mover muscles. NOt everyone knows which muslces those are or how to activate them. they do not cause damage and only need to be initiated in baby steps., building gradually.Quality not quantity is important

  • Christy

    Unfortunately there is no recovery when it comes to chronic illness. Chronic illness is a lifetime thing. There is no recovering from it I’m sad to say. I myself suffer from Occipital and Trigeminal neuralgia (also known as the suicide disease because there is no cure and the pain is so bad people would rather die than deal with the pain), vertigo, major depression, and restless leg syndrome. There is no cure for these. Medications only help so much, and then the medications themselves can make you sick. I wish we could recover from chronic illnesses, and maybe one day in the future if science continues to progress, there will be a cure and people can recover, but until that day comes we have to count out our spoons and be very careful as to how we use them, because we don’t always get more spoons the next day.

  • Christy

    Thank you for this! I have a few different chronic illnesses. This is honestly the very best way to describe to someone how a person with chronic illness lives. I have used this to describe my illnesses to my husband and my mother along with some of my friends. Thank you again!

  • Brandon O’Bryant

    I have chronic migraines that among other things (flickering lights, the wrong food, sounds below the average hearing range) are triggered by stress and overexertion. I’ve got a genetic history of connective tissue disorders, have managed to shred my left meniscus at least twice that I’m aware of, my shoulder clicks if I move my arm wrong, the cushioning cartilage between joints on my right wrist and hand are so far gone that simply making a fist can cause them to audibly grind and crunch. I’ve caused ungodly amounts of damage to the tendons and ligaments of one ankle and wrist. Oh and to make my life really interesting my pain tolerance is high enough that I’ve mistaken a broken collar bone for a pulled muscle, a fractured talus and 4 hyper extended and partially torn ligaments for a simple sprain, and went a full month without realizing I’d broken my humerus until I went in for a regular physical.

    But I’ve learned to watch my spoons because if I don’t my body tells me when I run out by leaving me stuck in a bed in agonizing pain at even a hint of sound or light. Ever adult in my family has taken up the phrase “I’ve run out of spoons” to let each other know when we are at our limits.

  • Kay Keyser

    Melanie..I understand. Love, Kay

  • Kay Keyser

    Finally..someone to understand…..

  • Lynn Summers

    Some days, my mental illness leaves me without any spoons for the day; or do I need a spoon for sleep? If so, I have one spoon used for the day.

  • Lynn Summers

    Love this for Mental Illness…..that’s a difficult one for people to comprehend when you seem “fine” or “don’t look sick” —

  • Karli Anderson

    In my experience, if you do something with no spoons left, you definitely don’t get more spoons the next day, you get even less. It’ll sometimes cost you spoons for days after.

    I’ve always hated the idea of “no pain, no gain” or “work through the pain”. That may work for some things in life, like a healthy person exercising, but you CANNOT apply that logic to a “spoonie”. “No pain, no gain” implies that you can receive a gain, a reward. But for us, the reward system is broken. I don’t get rewarded when I force myself to keep going and “work through the pain”, I get punished. Let’s say I actually feel up for going for a robust walk. I’m moving forward, right? I’m making my body stronger! But then you go on that walk and for 3 days after your body hurts so much you can’t even leave the house. You can’t even shower! Is that moving forward? That little gain you may have received by that cardio work is overshadowed by being unable to do even minor cardio (Like going to the store or meeting a friend) for days after, PLUS extra pain for days. That’s punishment, not a reward.

    So remember, “no pain, no gain” for us is “some pain = more pain”. Dealing with chronic illness and pain is NOT like exercising.

  • DeAnna Brandon

    Yes, I completely understand your knife theory combined with this idea!!!! Thanks for sharing!

  • Tara Cornett

    I suffer from fibromyalgia, which was caused by an injury to my, I’m gonna say hip cause it’s too much to explain, it put me out of place with my legs, one being longer than the other, and it refused to respond to standard treatment. In the time between injury and first surgery, the other side had become damaged the same way because of taking all the responsibility of me being able to walk. I dragged my leg behind me for years. The first surgery also caused my pelvis to be tilted in reverse and the pressure of the out if place left leg, the new injured hip, and pelvis angle pressed against the disc at the base of my spine and caused it to become a bulging disc, it’s also slipped slightly to the side. That disc alone is able to cripple my legs and give stratospheri pain. Things that set it off, standing, sitting, bending, turning at the waist, reaching for something, picking up a plate to set down for a meal, walking, driving, laying on my stomach, side, back, any form of excercise…everything I do including reaching my arm out just to move it for blood flow. Though the injured hips are both now fixated and turned into solid bone, meaning what once allowed me to have a shock absorber for any kind of impact to my body at any spot, like something as simple as crossing my ankles to walking, to riding in a bumpy car, to putting on my shoes, feels like I jumped from a plane in a parashoot and pulled the cord late and landed so hard I broke my lower back. But it’s my whole body and it’s everything I do. The disc is one of the easiest things I deal with and one of the worse because it blocks completely or interferes with everything I try to do. I also Have Epstien bar syndrome, the chronic version. Chronic Migraines. Mild Sculiosis,I think it might have healed through my use of corsets as a prop to hold me up so I can basically multiply my spoons for a few hours over the course of no more than two days in a row. It squeezes my pain to the point I don’t feel it and I only have to deal with the rest of my body. I gained weight excessively from food allergies and not enough money to buy the food my doc recommended and was and am unable to wear a corset because I buy off the rack and am too poor to buy even those the last three years so I’ve been unable to wear it so I’ve been unable to use it to pretend to function like a normal person and get a bit of ‘exercise’ by getting out of bed and just being able to walk around my house let alone do anything real. I’m losing weight and hopefully will have dropped enough to wear one of my older corsets that I didn’t get to break in, whole other health tragedy, by mid summer. How I’m losing the weight is the IBS-CD I suffer from has been flared for 4 months and it’s worse than ever to the point I may have developed Chrons disease or lupus or Ulcerative Colitis or some other lethal immune deficiency disease like the ones mentioned, I suffer 24 hours a day from that alone but it’s not alone, I have been experiencing for about 6 months, constant cramping in my uterus, like the worst day of a period, and I thought it was IBS induced but learned it’s not. It feels like the fibroids I suffer from that I found out after a miscarriage in 2013. Fibroids, among other things, knock the fetus from the uteran wall, inducing miscarriage. I am childless. I am devastated. I’m 45 and still haven’t found peace. I am cramping all the time. Fibroids are lethal. I know nothing more because GYN’s in my area don’t take medicare. It has gotten worse day by day. It used to be days of breaks, it’s escalated to cramping all the time, the pain increasing to the point that it’s unbearable. My abdomin at the uterus distends and becomes hard, I look like I gained all weight back. My belly distends from the IBS. Both are constant pain. The cramping is so bad I have to stay in bed. It hurts too much to move. A full bladder is literal torture. It saps my energy so I can’t stay awake but hurts so much I can’t stay asleep. I use heat on it, drink the most carbonated water I can find, have very little appetite unless my meds hit me wrong and I get mildly high and the munchies. My husband had to cook for me. I feel sick and nauseated most of the time and have extra drowsiness and trouble thinking. Something more may have developed. I also Have ovarian cysts. I have undiagnosed problems in my left shoulder. It is curled from the muscles staying in spasm and half it’s size and when it gets grumpy, I can’t use that arm. I have severe depression, panic attacks, obsessive compulsive, half my teeth are pulled the other half just rotting away since the dentist broke our deal, I chew with my constantly breaking and billowing front teeth.All are full off holes, and breaking apart, cutting my tongue and cheeks up. I have hypertension. PTSD. The side effects of the fibro keep my body so swollen I can’t remove the two rings I wear and it hurts to move. Everywhere. Walking was recommended and is always recommended because my doctor can’t remember my injury, so since I can’t do any other aerobic exercise, he keeps recommending. I respond well to swimming, if I could afford a pool that didn’t have too much chlorine, which sets off my migraines, I’d swim. Now here is the important thing about your letter, everyone in my life knows what my health issues are. Every single person has told me, in stern lecture mode, that I need to start walking, as if it’s there business, then accuse me of not doing it because I’m being difficult on purpose. They lecture me like they know me better than me. Telling me, as if I haven’t heard this for over twenty years, that I need to get up and move about every day. Pick a chore and do a small part of it, building up my stamina on a daily basis and with the addition of walking, and just dealing with the fibromyalgia reaction, that is like getting hit with a brick wall and flattened in bed for days or weeks. But since they have decided the know my medical issues better than me, I need to just do it because they are so strong and would just fight through so I should do the same. It’s an order. Majority of same people can’t remember when they invite me for a meal that I’m seriously allergic to gluten and dairy and don’t tell me they are making a meal heavy with those ingredients to give me a chance to bring my own food.And the expect me to eat it. Most forget or just don’t care or maybe believe about the disc and that walking sets it off severely and I will end up on the ground when my body gives out and shuts down on me. I do try doing stuff. It never turns out well enough to let me keep up with it. The power of loving someone is incredible. When my husband ended up in the hospital last summer with a gall bladder going bad, I had been dealing with awful inflammation all over my body. It was like being an overinflated balloon only the space filling the inflammation was like being filled with blood in gel form that was liquid pain. My feet were so swollen they rolled from being so squishy when I walked. My whole body like that. And I could feel my individual bones and joints, like having an extreme case of arthritis. Even in my feet. I felt the squishy hit my bones and could feel the bones in my foot so strong and painful I could envision my feet and the bones shape. My back spasms into Charlie horses up and down until not one is loose when I do stuff, especially when I overdo it. I found the mental strength to overcome the need to be in the Emergency room myself and I stayed at the hospital, took the lead, took care of the dog at home who was close to dying. Every step was like walking up a hill at a ninety degree angle and I was dragging extra weight. But I made those treks. I got the job done. He got through surgery, came home, I drove him, he has other illnesses so his recovery was not just days but six weeks. I got up at 6 am, like usual and took care of the dogs needs, which involved picking him up, putting him down, carrying him, and he was about 60 pounds. I’m not allowed to pick up that much. But I did it. Did the grocery shopping for the month with mom in law who was paying so we’d have food. I gave out before the end. I made food every day. Did dishes. Did aftercare taking. Took care of plants mom in law decided I needed to be doing and bought the stuff despite my repeated reasons why I was not willing to do gardening in our particular yard. But she wanted me to and I wasn’t going to kill plants to spite her. For six weeks I fought my body, suffered, cried through it, had the fibro shut me off like a switch and be passed out on the bed, wake up and go back at it. At no point did it get better, easier, extend my time daily able to do stuff or have any positive or healing affect on my body or my illnesses. Still, I am being judged, told to walk, how to take care of my belongings down to suggestions of things I should rid myself of. If I just give it a try, I might see some results and get better, calm or reverse the fibro. Forgetting the disc that does not allow for walks or exercise that I would happily do. I’m just being stubborn, a bad wife, unfair partner to my husband, a selfish person. I have always attempted walks and tried regular attempts only to end up in bed for weeks. I have done home exercises until I got so sick from the new stuff I couldn’t try. The stretching felt good. It didn’t fix or change a thing. The people in my life, some gone, have all felt that it was their right to tell me what to do and explain repeatedly in detail what I was supposed to do in order to increase my time daily, get stronger, healthier and be a better person. No one hears me when I say I’m, I do that. They talk over me, my mother calls me a liar. That’s the other part. The abuse. I’ve been verbally abused by people I loved so much. Because I wasn’t easy. My life is depressing and a burden to them and they don’t want to expend the emotion or effort on me. My mother was and is the worst. To this day thinks she knows more about my health and what I need to do to fix it, that I’m just refusing to do what the doctor and her are telling me to do and when I lived with her cause I couldn’t take care of myself, she would yell, threaten, accuse, blame and punish. I almost killed myself on three separate occasions. We are at the end of our ropes and every day is a fight to live. If we could do something that helped, we’d jump on it and do jump on it. But it’s hard to love yourself or like yourself when your world is a living torture and the people you need understanding that much, treat you like a disappointment. Stress makes it worse. Suggestions we do things we’ve heard from everyone from our doctors to our friends and family and strangers make us angry, hurt, stressed and that makes us sicker. So that’s your answer. Hope it helps you understand someone better and maybe, help. Baby them. Comfort them. Tell them you’re proud of them. Cause they need it, and so much more.

  • Duncan Adams

    In Vietnam there was ” Broken Arrow ”
    I submit here , in this battle the name ” Shattered Spoon “

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  • Laura

    I love this thank you.I have RSD and would love to lay my family and friends know about this how do I go about getting permission to share this post on fb? Is that possible ? I know people mean well but I can’t take the “you will be better soon, or your still sick? ..etc ” they don’t understand the one that hurts the most is you would feel better if you just got up and moved around more try and exercise I can’t even imagine how many spoons that would take 🙂

  • [email protected]

    Even a couple of times a month gets some fresher (we hope) air in and out of your lungs and forestalls muscle atrophy.

  • KellyT

    SO VERY TRUE! I just wanna scream every time I see commercials or other info stating “research suggests” or “doctors agree” that exercising helps ease Fibromyalgia pain. I wonder how many people with Fibromyalgia they have actually listened to. Not to mention, that is is VERY common for people with Fibromyalgia to also have other chronic illnesses. For myself, that list includes Polyneuropathy, Interstitial Cystitis, Osteoarthritis, Sciatica, as well as a plethora of other issues causing pain in my lower back – herniated disc, degenerative disc disease, and extremely tight muscle knots that never go away. I don’t have a single day pass that doesn’t include debilitating pain or fatigue. When simply running household errands or other chores takes everything out of you, how can they expect exercise on any regular type of basis? I’ve tried even light walking around the neighborhood, and so far, I’ve never been able to accomplish doing it more than a couple times a month…forget being able to do it enough times in a week to get any benefit from it.

  • Karen Burke Morison

    This comment, however well meant, means you don’t get it. There ARE NO MORE SPOONS for each day, nor will there ever be. That’s part of the point of a chronic (permanent/long term) condition. It’s not over in a few days, you can’t “move towards ‘recovery’.” There is no recovery. There are bad days and less bad days, and that’s it. That’s the hand you’ve been dealt and you have make the best of that mentally but honestly, please read her whole spoon story. These aren’t just “feelings” that go away at some point or can be made to go away. These are the realities of dealing with actual, real physical limitations. It’s like being a short person and told if you just had a better attitude you could “recover” from being short. Not gonna happen.

  • Jon Meyers

    Do you struggle with a chronic sickness?

  • Beth Hamon

    Thank you. I use this analogy to explain life with Crohn’s disease to my friends.
    They often tell me that I don’t look sick. I know. Crohn’s, like many auto-immune diseases, can be “invisible” while still having powerful effects.
    I carry extra underwear everywhere I go. And tissues. And baby-wipes. EVERYWHERE.
    I also carry a card that explains to shop owners why I need access to a restroom not otherwise “for the public”. The card doesn’t always help, but it helps sometimes and that’s something.
    (When it doesn’t and the shop owner gets nasty about it, I simply don’t patronize the business anymore. I wont apologize for having Crohn’s, as it’s not my fault.)

    I take pills and infusions and at this point I’m just looking for the right combo to help me avoid another surgery (because surgery is NOT a cure. There is NO cure as yet).
    The drugs have side effects that are pesky, sometimes painful or severely fatiguing, and make a “normal”, thought-free life impossible.

    I used to be a serious bicyclist, a daily commuter and even, for a few years, a racer. That’s over now, as my illness has progressed to the point where I can no longer work full-time (though I’m not sick “enough” to qualify for disability — and believe I’m in no rush) and I rely on drugs that also leave me feeling fatigued. These days I am happy when I can ride to the grocery store and back. That happens maybe once or twice a week at best anymore.

    I can’t eat anything i want. I can’t eat most vegetables right now, because they rip up my insides and physically hurt to digest. I would love to be able to eat healthier foods, but processed foods are all my gut can handle right now.
    I have gained twenty pounds since my racing days (just ten years ago), because of fatigue-forced inactivity and because the drugs I’m on also make me gain weight.
    I still go to the bathroom many times a day, and often with little warning.
    My social life is greatly diminished. On especially bad days I stay home to be near a bathroom.

    YOU try finding full-time work and an understanding employer with all of this going on. I couldn’t and I gave up four years ago to work freelance. I make less money but at least I can schedule rest periods in between work.

    And as you might imagine, all of the energy involved in living this way sucks up a LOT of spoons. Even if it doesn’t always show on my face or in my life outside the house. But believe me, lots of us live with the Spoons every day and to us it’ss no theory, but a reality.

    Thanks for sharing this!

  • Amanda

    There is no recovery. There is no increasing what you do when you have nothing left. What you are suggesting is not only ridiculous, it’s dangerous.

  • Geoff

    Recovery??
    Survival!!!

  • Duncan Adams

    IP you are trying to be nice ..
    But I”ll be blunt here dude …. you don’t get it … you assume there is a recovery . some things just can’t be fixed …. sometime there are no more ” spoons ” on the table .

  • Duncan Adams

    All but .. A Perfect explanation …..

  • Vann Haal

    I want you to know that the spoon theory has BLOWN UP and become absolutely ENORMOUS in all circles of life from mental illness to physical disability. This “spoon theory” has completely revolutionized the way people talk about their struggles. I tell people “oh I don’t have enough spoons for that” or “today is a good spoon day” all the time! I also see it all over Tumblr, Facebook, and hear people talk about it in real life in passing.

    So you’ve made a HUGE difference to all these communities and I personally would like to thank you for that.

  • oliver

    It’s not that helpful for someone moving forwards by themselves, you’re correct. But that’s not the point. The author is not addressing the issue of getting spoons or not getting spoons, or getting better or not. The author’s target audience is not those of us living with invisible illnesses or our neurodivergence.
    Her audience is the support networks, the families and friends and coworkers that surround us who live with invisible illnesses and neurodivergence. Her audience is those people who can’t understand why we can’t just take that weekend trip; why we want to make sure we can make a quick exit and don’t feel comfortable depending on someone else for a ride; or why we are so rigid about our sleep schedules.
    Our challenges are invisible because they are deeply emotional–when your mind or body betray you? what crushing sense of bewilderment it is–and our society is deeply uncomfortable with emotions. The author wants to cause an emotional reaction in her friend, because the tenor of “but you don’t look sick” is inherently invalidating.
    Lastly, I think you have missed the point of the essay, in incorrectly assuming the audience is those of us who are sick. She is addressing those people who don’t understand that a chronic illness is an uphill battle but not a straight uphill shot. Think Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a mountain, except that the path is all quicksand and the boulder is covered with wet, slippery algae and he tore his ACL ten years ago and still doesn’t have the best stability in his right leg. And he knows that if he goes straight through the brush he could get there because there’s no quicksand that way, except that he would have to start again at the same place every morning and flatten the same brush all over again because it grew back overnight, until eventually the damage to the brush because permanent, over a looooooong time. So “surely” the way to recovery is not a straight line. I may do everything “perfectly” today and one might say, you’re getting better! And tomorrow I could inexplicably wake up convinced that I am alone and the only person in the world who sees the truth: that life is a miserable quagmire of animals born, mindlessly consuming and reproducing, and then dying; and that love, happiness, sunshine, puppies, stuffed teddy-bears, all these things do is dress up the despairing, meaningless, endless churning we do to stay alive.
    Progress will not be linear. We cannot trust that if we “do all the things” three days in a row, that on the fourth day we will be able to even get out of bed. We have to keep trying, obviously, because not to try is death, and we’re not supposed to want to die yet. So, yes, surely the way to recovery does involve increasing what you can do day by day so that the next day we have more spoons. But there is no “something” that guarantees more spoons tomorrow. There is no guarantee of more spoons. There is only a guarantee that you will not always have enough spoons.

  • [email protected]

    Exercise is GREAT for building and/or maintaining strength IF ONE DOES NOT HAVE A DEGENERATING DISEASE. Remember that injuries take time (and energy) to heal. With degenerating conditions, anything one does can cause injury to underlying tissue, which will require healing. Yes, one can push beyond one’s spoons and borrow from tomorrow, but there comes the point at which one must spend DAYS in bed to recover if one borrows too much. Hence the need for spoonies to remember to hold on to a reserve of spoons rather than keep pushing the envelope because OUR envelopes tear easily.

  • danzepepper

    Lupus is in short fatal. It hits every part of your body. I have a friend that has had each hip replaced 4 times. But lupus does have times where it will go into remission.

  • ip

    It’s great that you are able to come up with a way of explaining your feelings but just wondering how helpful this is for someone moving forwards? Surely the way to recovery involves increasing what you can do day by day. In a way doing something despite having no spoons left, so the next day you will have more spoons.

  • UK Canuck

    Wow! Just wow. This is how I’ve had to live my life but I’ve never heard such a useful metaphor for explaining it to people before. Thank you!

  • Kandi Sue Vincent

    This is so me, Diabetic, post 3 strokes with in 2/12 years, and while I can borrow a little, I find borrowing takes 2-3 times the amount of time to regain.. sometimes people just dont get how driving 5 miles away takes a plan… or if 1 little thing is added to a planned outting my day is off..

  • Jane

    Thank you for the Spoon Theory. My son suggested I may be out of spoons and I was new to the concept. I just looked it up and found this article. It’ll be very useful for me with chronic fatigue syndrome. I couldn’t read your article closely (not enough spoons right now) so apologize if I missed something. I would add that I can get another small allotment if I rest.

  • Melanie Pieterkosky

    I suffer from Bipolar and I do see myself as a spoonie, I didn’t think it entirely explained my illness.

    Spoon Theory explains existing with many mental illnesses, including a debilitating depression in myself, but I suffer from mania too. So sometimes instead of not being able to do something because I am out of spoons, I have to do something even though I am out
    of spoons.

    It feels like a knife to my back. It feels like I
    am running on a knife edge. I can’t stop doing something, as unhealthy
    as I know it is for me. It’s a compulsion. It’s not the ability to do
    something, it’s the inability to stop.

    So I added knives to the
    theory. Sometimes if I have spoons, I can knock the knives away. When I
    am out of spoons there is nothing I can do to stop.

    Please
    don’t make jokes about how I should come to your house, when you hear I
    spent 5 hours cleaning a cupboard, or did 6 loads of laundry, or
    reorganised the bookshelves in order of something that only made sense
    at the time. It is very insensitive. It hurts. My activity is a bad
    thing. Doing something uncontrollably is the only thing I can do not to
    cause myself permanent damage.

    I am surrounded by knives and I can’t fight them off, all I can do is what they tell me to do.

  • Tiffany Schettle

    Thank you! <3 One of my favorite articles ever. So helpful. This description provides validation and affirmation for those of us with chronic health issues. It's also a significant resource to share with everyone else in order to increase understanding and empathy. In the depths of illness, we rarely have the energy to explain the experience. For those of us with brain fog at times it can feel impossible. Sharing this is one way to save some spoons! <3

  • Meggan Barnhill

    Thank you, I have been looking for a way to explain the way I feel to people who just don’t get it and this is exactly how I feel most days and it gets worse when I get sick. Again thank you.

  • Anna Collins

    I have seronegative rheumatoid arthritis and explaining to people how debilitating the disease is a struggle! The spoon theory sums it up perfectly ….thank you!!

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  • Marie DeJarnett

    Thank you so much for this. Not only did the article hit home with me so strongly that I was in tears, but it was also the breakthrough I so needed for my husband to truly understand what daily life is like for me with Fibromyalgia. Again, Thank you!

  • Bluebell

    Wow! The tears are flowing because it feels like a way at last to explain what the days are like when you have illness and disability that is not always immediately visible. The constant frustration of not being able to do what you would like too because you have run out of spoons..borrowing from another day..only to find you have now run out of a weeks supply of spoons.. or more. You pay the price for those spoons just to try to be part of the real world..for only a few hrs sometimes.
    When I was first sick a consultant gave me a similar explanation..using Snow..a light dusting for good days and a snow storm for bad..that could take weeks to clear a path through..but this never worked for me..as i don’t like the cold weather(not good with heat either)..as brings more pain and only depressed me more. But your spoons theroy sounds great as can be shared over a cuppa light heartily getting the point across to family and friends so I don’t have to keep saying I am Ill..tired..etc. I can just say I am out of spoons..or on better days. Up for a cuppa as have some spoons spare today.
    Thank you I feel like I have had a bit of an eureka moment. May you have many days of spoons to play with. Take care..xx

  • Tracy Efird

    Fabulous description to pass along to family members, friends, coworkers, children, this will help them understand better. Thanks for sharing!

  • amazing thanks

  • marty

    I read this yesterday for the first time, I was recently diagnosed with Lupus. It put into words exactly how my life has been for so long. I was in tears, I could not have explained it better myself.

  • I have chronic fatigue and exhaustion syndrom and if I am not careful than I can be in bed for days after a simple outing just because I over do it and spend to many spoons. It’s frustrating and people ask me how it feels and I never know how to describe it or how to get the message across. So this means a lot. Thank you.

  • Thank you for this. Gosh I have never seen a more perfect explanation.

  • Joshua

    The spoon theory is awesome I cannot believe it’s been put into words. I’m bipolar and my depressive episodes mean I don’t do much because I start out with so little spoons and when I’m manic it’s like the spoons are red hot in my hands and need to be spent as soon as possible or else.

  • btamamura

    Last year, I was informed that I have an auto-immune condition. I first fell ill in November 2014, mind you. I have not had a full diagnosis yet, though current suspicions are Hashimoto’s or any other forms of Thyroiditis. I tend to rate my health with a feelings scale (horrible being the worst, it means I may require a trip to the hospital…good being the best, it means I can accomplish some tasks and not feel too undone afterwards).

    There was a day though that Dad came home from work and saw I had managed to do some minor housework. He jokingly asked “you sick or something?” (I was not offended, he used that when I was healthy and had done housework without being asked) and I replied “yes, but I had enough spoons to manage it today”. He’s been hearing me talk of the Spoons theory ever since I was introduced to it through posts shared on Facebook and is understanding that there are days my spoon count is low so I am not able to do much (also rated as an Ugh day), but there are also days my spoon count is a little higher than the day before so I can at least manage a couple of easy chores without risk of overdoing it (also rated as a Good day).

    It at least helps my father understand I am not being lazy, but simply just can’t push myself.

  • Kaylee Fayrl

    The spoon theory is very true for social anxiety as well. My mother has fibromyalgia and I have social anxiety we use spoons to communicate with one another all the time. For me instead of being physical spoons are emotional I only have a certain amount of emotional energy to spend a day and dealing with people is where I uses my spoons.

  • Brenda Spencer

    Thank you! For years it has been so hard for me to explain to people what it is like to have Lupus, I mean to really have Lupus, and this explains it so well. From now on when someone asks me what it’s like to have Lupus I’m going to have them read this so they can understand what my life is really like with Lupus.

  • Toby Reeves Hall

    I think that This can be adapted to fit High-Functioning Autism and Asperger’s Syndrome(<- I've got that one) and the difference in world-view from neurotypicals, you're not limited in spoons, but you have forks instead, same number of choices, sometimes better options, sometimes worse ones, not better or worse overall, and you're still doing broadly the same things, but by god you attack problems in a completely different way

  • Alexa

    Despite having Crohn’s for 10 years, I never thought to look up what spoons meant! This was a moving and relatable post. Thank you!