I have a story that still gets me. Years ago I was being introduced to a priest, & the 'introducer' explained that I had arthritis. The priest shook my hand with such a death grip my eyes welled up with tears, then he said "Well, I guess we'll have to pray for you."
I've hardened some since then and now I extend both hands, one hand is ready to pry their hands off mine if they squeeze, and I just say "That hurts." I have had RA for 34 years. There's a lot going on that the general public cannot see, that's for sure.