Like roughly 10 percent of the US population, I have . It first appeared when I was around three months old. Now that I'm an adult, It's manageable mainly, though it does flare up occasionally, causing my skin to break out in that tell-tale itchy red rash and subsequent dryness.
Usually, it appears in the crooks of my elbows and sometimes in patches on my legs, ankles, hands, and the center of my neck. Changes in the weather (especially when it's hot), allergies and hay fever, and stress are all triggers for me, but I'm mostly able to . When I was younger, however, it was a very different story.
In my first few years, my eczema was prevalent. It was constantly sore on my hands, legs, and ankles. Thinking back, I really feel for my mom; getting a baby to sleep can be difficult at the best of times, but getting a baby with eczema to sleep takes it to new heights.
I don't remember, but she used to cover me in over-the-counter moisturizers, desperately trying to keep the itchy, dry skin at bay. Every night, she'd put me in mittens to prevent me from scratching and a sleep suit with feet to protect the angriest areas of skin. Though there were times it was "less bad," she says there was never a point when I was eczema-free as a toddler.
Throughout my childhood, I can vividly remember disliking spending time outdoors because things like heat, wearing sun cream, or sitting in grass (particularly) always made my skin more itchy. I knew I was "supposed" to enjoy being outside — and .
