"But I can't seem to find anyone that understands neuropathy … "

I sympathize! Not a day goes by I don't feel a twinge of frustration with my friends who may try but can't seem to fully understand what I'm dealing with. Because my PN is largely invisible (except to me!), my friends are disappointed when I don't show instant enthusiasm for activities I once relished without reservation. I'm acutely aware of the toll PN has taken on my life. I thought of this only last evening when I excused myself from the dinner table (as you might guess: a "call of nature"); had any of my friends noticed me as I exited the room, chances are they would not have noticed anything amiss; what they wouldn't have seen was the tentative, furrowed-brow extra-care I was taking just so I wouldn't lose my balance and go Splat! on the dining room floor.