Psoriatic Arthritis Doesn't Discriminate by Age: Psoriatic-arthritis.com

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A man shown in pain and aging in three phases of life

"You're so young; it can't possibly be that bad."

I can't tell you the number of times someone told me that after I disclosed my juvenile-onset psoriatic arthritis diagnosis. No matter how much I explain that my condition is caused by my immune system going haywire, people hear the word "arthritis" and associate its severity with age.

Such comments are hurtful as well as problematic.

Read the full article at psoriatic-arthritis.com

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