Founder of Health Rising and Phoenix Rising
Nothing caused me more emotional distress in the first ten for fifteen (or twenty??) years of ME/CFS than going to family gatherings. I looked forward to them, was anxious about them and sometimes emerged from them shattered and in tears. It was the only situation that could bring me to tears. My place had changed. I was no longer a leader - no longer the funny one - I was a mess. At one one of my brothers told me to my face something to the effect "You're no longer "the man" anymore. That stung...
On the other hand family is important. I love my family....sometimes I have good times. Family get togethers are a tough gig!