So for a long time since last year around September, probably later than that, I have been having pains inmy wrists. At first I thought maybe it's nothing I just accidently hurt myself. But it continued to hurt and it worried me. What if I broke my wrist or fractured it or something? So I kept on complaining to my mom about it. My mom finally took me to the doctor in December. The doctor said I probably pulled a muscle but I knew that that was definitely NOT the case. I got x-rays but they found nothing. Nada. They didn't call back saying anything because they didn't find anything wrong with my wrists. But, for a couple more months they continued to hurt. I continued to complain to my mom and the beginning of this month she took me again. Again the doctor said it again. I told her straight up, "I really don't think it's because of me pulling a muscle. I do not do any huge physical activity." She told me she doubted that it was anything else but she had me take blood work to see if I have any athiritis. I knew I did. It had to be it. Today my mother came into my room while I was doing homework and asked me about my knees. When I was in Elementary school they hurt a lot. I told her that haven't hurt in a long time and all I do is crack them. She told me to stop. I was confused. Why would she say that? She looked mad and serious it was very strange. It wasn't the usual lecture like "You will get athirtis stop" and I even said "Oh please it's not like I will get athiritis or something." and sure enough she finally said it. "You have connective tissue disease." My heart stopped. Everything stopped. I have what?! All my life I wanted to be different from everyone and I am different because I have a disease. This is not what I wanted...I have a disease. I started crying at the spot. I don't know how I am supposed to feel right now. I have no idea if it is chronic or not.  I just felt like I should write about it. *sigh* I don't know.