My mum can remember me having very sweaty feet even as a baby, but it wasn’t until I turned 26 that I discovered I had an actual medical condition that means that I sweat excessively. In school I drenched exercise books with my palms and I was so embarrassed about my constant underarm patches that I would always wear a blazer, even on sunny days. Eventually my mum sensed something was wrong and took me to see a couple of doctors who both said I would grow out of it. But I didn’t; I spent most of my time at school keeping myself to myself.
I had no words for my condition until 19 years ago, when I saw a documentary on TV about a girl who had a condition called hyperhidrosis. Like me, she couldn’t turn doorknobs or open jars as she had no grip. She was having an operation called an ETS (endoscopic thoracic sympathectomy), where they burn the nerve endings in your armpits and back. I went straight to my GP and asked for the same thing.
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