I've had psoriasis for over sixty years now. It comes and goes, and I can be quite free in the winter, but it comes back with a vengeance when my skin is exposed to sunshine. The best part of a lifetime out of the sun means that in the winter (apart from my face and even that's not very wrinkly) I have skin like a teenager. Everyone knows this or that "cure" for psoriasis - I've heard them all and tried a lot of them. I have learned to accept that I have a physical disability, a quite serious auto-immune condition. Those who love me tell me that it is no worse than a scar, that I can stay indoors, that they never notice it. They are all so wrong. My life is never going to be like theirs, no matter how much I would like to be like them. So my mantra is always to be kind to myself and if I don't want to do something, then it's OK for me to refuse to do it. Thus I have learned fortitude and a kind of lonely independence which have led to a life full of interest and adventure. The important thing is that I don't get bitter about my difference.