Of all the crazy TV shows I watch, one of the silliest must be “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills”. I think it’s silly mostly because we see what people with an insane amount of money do, like taking a swan to the veterinary, buy a $190,000 ring, travel halfway across the country just to look at a tiny horse with a too-too, or get your bum waxed on national TV.
While as human beings, I do believe these women are “mildly” interesting (truly, take the money away and what do you have left?), the reason why I tune in is to watch Yolanda. I love Yolanda. I love, love, love Yolanda. The moment she was introduced to the show a few years ago, I felt some sort of kinship with her. Aside the fact that we were both born in 1964 I am not really sure what it is, but she is so kind and her being European like myself, I find that many things that come out of her mouth are exactly what I would have said, done or thought at the moment about the situation at hand. I would love a friend like Yolanda in my life. Truly, I would.
Since her health problems with her condition, my empathy for her only escalated. I have tremendous respect for this woman and her challenges. Hence, when she was accused of faking it (Munchausen by proxy) by some of the other housewives on the show, I just lost respect for all of them, not that I had much respect for them to begin with anyway. It’s just such a touchy subject to raise to someone that is suffering. As Yolanda said in this quote, it’s like all their empathy went out the door. Long-Term compassion is so hard to receive. I’ve had so many people who were interested and showed empathy for Nicky for 6 months, a year, a couple of years at most, then disappeared. They may press “like” on a picture of Nicky on facebook on occasion. Most of my extended family members cannot even bother to send me a message of any kind, ever, let alone send Nicky a birthday card, or even a Christmas card apparently. They are so busy they can’t even respond to my emails. We’ve been dealing with this for 19 years, so people are tired of hearing about it. Life goes on, they are busy, so we’re relegated at the end of their care list as if the illness went away. It’s human nature, I get it, but it’s still hard to understand sometimes.
Nicky’s condition is extremely visual, so it’s never really an issue of people believing me or not, however, I’ve also been accused of having this “Munchausen by proxy syndrome (MBPS)”. I was nastily accused of this at least once that I know of. This is particularly insulting since it’s basically a form of child abuse that involves the exaggeration or fabrication of illnesses or symptoms by a primary caretaker. Believe me when I tell you, never in a million years I could possibly exaggerate Nicky’s condition. Til this day people ask me if Nicky gets rashes instead of wounds for goodness sakes. They ask me why Nicky can’t do this or that, they always assume is less severe than it is. Ugh. To think that Yolanda would have all these surgeries and treatments around the world to get sympathy or exposure is just ridiculous and insulting.
Supporting Yolanda all the way. If we are fakers, we’re the best fakers in the world!
Love & Light,