I am a 19 almost 20 next month I am a female not married no kids and I have a so called chronic pain problem in my back, knees, and neck and doctors can't find out why I have these problems, I have cut myself several times because I am so sick of the pain.. I have tried speaking to doctors who specialize in pain and mental health team... but cant get anyone to understand what my life actually feels like, I have a hard time getting out of bed, I am not over weight I am 5'8 weigh 130 lbs its just being in constant pain has really got me down my boyfriend dumped me around the same time i have been having all these pain problems and its like he doesn't even care. I would like to die to get rid of the pain but my parents keep stopping me or my therapist finds out how I am feeling and sends me away. are these feelings normal or am I just over reacting.
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i cant beleive your boyfriend dumped you, he must of been an asshole, if he was any good he would of stuck with you the whole way. you seem like a brave girl, im sure you will find someone better when its all over:)
Believe me, I know. In my life I have had almost 70 broken bones at one time or another, and the pain can drive you to thinking that death would be better.
It is not, trust me.
Seek help, please.
Tobra
The amazing thing that makes us human is our duality. There is the you that feels all of this pain and then there is your true self that can observe the 'self' that is experiencing this pain.
No, wait, I know it sounds crazy but listen...
People who have experinced unspeakable torture talk of going to a place where they find their true self - one that can observe the 'self' you are currently identifying with or what some refer to as 'ego.'
So try to understand it using this metaphor for the pain:
When a smoke alarm goes off and makes all of this noise (your pain)it is an autonomic nervous system trying to get your brain's attention to look at what might be causing it. Once your brain sees that you are not being stabbed to death or not on fire, then you can immediately go to a place in your secure, observer, true self that realizes your body is just doing its job telling you but is like a smoke detector that your brain just can't figure how to turn off already!
Think of it like a child, a small little child that doesn't know any better and keeps crying, but you alone know that everything will be okay, so you can attempt to calm the child and just might or you can simply observe as the child kicks and screams and smile to yourself because you know that it is only the pain and not you, not the real you. You are beautiful! You are necessary! You make a great contribution! Beleive it, beleive in you.
pneumo: Greek for breath or air
as in pneumatic tools or air tools like that noisy wrench they use to put your tires on and off your car :)
My uncle, who married my aunt a few years ago, is from Turkish origin. He used to be an allround handyman in Turkey, but became a construction worker when he moved to my country. About eight years ago, during his "handyman" days back in Turkey he fell 15 feet straight down on his back. "Luckily", he's still able to walk. Needless to say, his back was badly injured and he needed surgery to straighten his spline again.
The surgeon at that time told him that if he didn't have problems during the next ten years, he would be out of the clear. Unfortunatly, he started having serious pain again two years ago. He went to all sorts of different doctors who all prescribed him a variety of painkillers. They helped a little, but he was still in pain.
In a vacation period, we went to the sea for a weekend with the whole family. I smoke weed, my brother smokes weed, and we shared a room with my aunt and uncle. While we were tokin' up, my uncle asked us if it's weed we're smoking. Since there was no point in denying, we just said yes. To our amazement, he asked if he could take a few puffs. We gladly passed the joint, he toked up, I rolled one for him alone to smoke up and we all went to bed.
The next morning, my uncle came up to me and said that this had been the only night in two years he didn't wake up and started crying due to the pain he was in. Meaning, weed helped him a lot to coope with his pain.
Since then, I drop by at my aunt's and uncle's place every week and give my uncle one joint. He hasn't had pain since. One joint keeps him out of the pain zone for approximately one week.
If you don't smoke, you can always bake spacecake, it helps as well.
And to all the nay-sayers regarding weed: don't be so naive and blind. If you have a medical condition and you don't want to use weed to reduce the pain, just because others think it's wrong, then start being a little more "selfish". It's your problem, not anyone else's. You can't let a chronic disease get you down, just because the only real medication for it is wrongfully considered illegal.
If you need a recipy for spacecake (or maybe herbal tea), you can always ask. Try it, there's nothing to lose.
Dont suicide yourself, just wait a bit longer and the doctors will help you out.
You dont want to die and the doctors find a cure only then do you?
Hang in there....
Just hang in there...
But yours is different so let me try. I have Multiple Sclerosis:
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MS is a nice way of saying my immune system likes to attack my nervous system. It is more complex than that but that is the idea. Because my nerves are being damaged, I could lose all feeling and mobilization of various limbs or develop severe pain and it last for months.
I have been lucky and my pain has been rather limited but I understand what you are saying about me not being able to walk or having to scoop the poop out of my butt because I can't force the poop out as I cannot feel back there.
I know how it is to have your body not work right and I wish I could tell you it will get better, I can't.
My worst case of an MS attack was in my brain area and it caused Verigo for a full month. I could not move becuase of extreme dizziness and when I did move I would throw up. I had to drop out of work and school (Doing both at that time). I begged people to let me die as I was truly beyond help. After a full month passed, I started to get better and now I had to start over now that I am better.
Do I wish I would have died, no. Am I afraid of death though, no. If death is coming, I can accept it without fear and I highly doubt I will live beyond 60 and if I do, I am sure I will be crippled.
What I am trying to say is do whatever you need to do, I am just stating my problem which is similar but different to try to help you understand yours. Just if you decide to go, let people around you know how you feel and don't be a pussy and leave a note as that is truly unfair for those who care and support you now.