About Me

When I was a teeny tiny baby, my mother went to pick me up out of my crib and was shocked to find that the feet of my footie pajamas were completely soaked through. She immediately though of her aunt, who was well known for having "the sweaty hands," and gave her a call.

This is how my life with hyperhidrosis started.

In many ways, I am very lucky. My sweating is mostly confined to my hands and my feet. I make puddles like I just got out of the shower when I walk through the house. I destroy paper when I try to write. But over the years, thanks to that aunt and the efforts of my parents, I've developed some coping mechanisms to deal with that, and I don't have as much of the facial and body sweating that some people have with this disease.

The hardest thing I deal with at this point, the most continually annoying nagging gadfly, is clothes, especially shoes. Finding clothes that don't show sweat when I blot my hands on my pants, finding shoes that don't slip and slide and squish, finding that which is comfortable is a bit of an obsession for me, even more so now that I have moved to the deep South of the U.S., where the humidity and the heat reach epic levels.

This is my journey. I hope it helps you, or at least encourages you that you're not alone.