When Touch Hurts: Navigating PsA in Relationships: Bezzy PsA

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Chronic illness can be complicated to navigate in relationships. Here’s how I ditch the guilt and approach physical affection.

Less than a year ago, I married my now husband on a beautiful spring evening. Everyone said our love and happiness were contagious, and we’re still clearly crazy for each other.

But it hasn’t all been honeymoon bliss — when my psoriatic arthritis (PsA) flares up, physical affection is often the last thing on my mind. And that can be hard for both of us. 

Read the full article at Bezzy PsA.

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