Being Who We Are Is Enough in Life With Chronic Pain
There is a part of me — OK, a large part of me — that wishes I could still live a life with the barest of responsibility. I miss that kid-like freedom that means with every doctor’s appointment, I don’t have to talk. My mom does everything and speaks my truth for me while I get to sit there and read my latest book, daydreaming of what restaurant we can go to after the appointment.
I miss that lack of stress beyond basic comprehension. It is the singular thing I most want in life.
But it will never happen. Those days have passed. I am now an “adult.” I now have to be the one responsible for my body and what is happening. I am the one that has to take ownership of all the pain that is coursing through my veins. And I am the one who has to find a way to fix it — or at least make it manageable enough to exist with any hope of happiness.
These past two years I have been working to speak out about my pain. I have especially been focused on being open with my family and doctors about the misery that is my daily life and the depression/suicidal thoughts that come from this pain.
My natural tendency is to be in denial and try to just escape the dark clouds my life of constant pain brings. And that works — to some extent.
The breaking point that shattered my denial and belief that I could still be “normal” was when I had no other choice but to file for disability.
I am at a point in my pain where not only can I barely make it to work once a month with a 10-minute limit, but I can’t even brush my teeth daily without lots of tears and even more pain. Daily living is reduced to the extremely bare minimum, and my family can always count on me to be in my bed trying to sleep for 75 percent of the day. Some days I am only awake for three hours combined, waking just to go to the bathroom and maybe eat a little something, if my hands aren’t too swollen and aching. And then back to sleep I go.
The process of filing for disability has been dehumanizing and the extensive paperwork is even more disquieting. It is so in-depth, you even have to discuss how hard it is to brush your hair and tie your shoes, and how drastically it affects your relationships. Trust me, it affects mine 150 percent because I have been dealing with pain for so long.
I have accepted who I am with my pain, who I have become with my health, but the biggest acceptance of all has been accepting that my life is not even slightly being controlled by me. Sure, I go to my many appointments, and set them up and plan what to add to my grocery list or what frozen dinner to heat up and eat before bed, but I choose nothing of substance. I can’t even choose how I will feel in the next few minutes. My pain could sharpen so fiercely that the tears I can usually keep at bay will flood out of me as if my life depended on it. Or, perhaps with a more optimistic view, it could snow outside and my pain would recede from a 10/10 to a 6/10 until the last snowflake falls and my pain swarms me again.
I have absolutely no control. Looking back, I have been in pain my whole life. As a baby, I cried constantly because I was struggling to learn how to walk with deformed and twisted bones that would be undiscovered until the tender age of 13. I experienced “growing pains” that kept me up every night even as a 6, 7, 8-year-old. I woke sobbing and screaming for relief from the scorching pain in my legs in the middle of the night, waking my sister and my parents who understood even less than I.
But now we know. And I hold tight to that. In 20 years I desperately wish a pain medicine will be in my system giving me full freedom to be myself for the first time in my life. My hope, so pure and fragile, keeps me moving and walking into each new doctor’s appointment.
That is what I cling to as I wake up each new day with my first thought of consciousness being to control the pain that scars and destroys my body and psyche. The hope that something good is coming gives me courage to fight for what I want and to not hold back when explaining how I feel to a doctor who is looking at me like I am “crazy.”
Now that I have accepted who I am and what my body has become, I can battle it out as I try to carve a life for myself beyond the pain. And in this case, the best way to do that is to go for a disability ruling with all that I have.
Responsibility may be a very daunting thing when your health rests on your shoulders, but it is also the greatest tool when you are working to build a life for yourself that may not be pain-free, but can still be filled with joy. As Alice Walker once said, “The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.”
I know actions aren’t the only thing that can change someone’s life. Words can too. And with disability soon to be an official label for me, I refuse to give up that power. You never know when a simple phrase of encouragement could be exactly what someone needs.
All we can do is use what we have been given. And, sometimes, being exactly who we already are is enough.
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I have dealt with pain for 17-almost 18 years already, passing the half-my-life-with-pain mark now being 29. It started with me being born with twisted leg bones followed by discovering this at the age of 13 after pain in my knees from my twisted bones grinding on them. 2 years later I had waist down reconstruction surgery. The left surgery went well. The right surgery did NOT. Epidural didn’t work (later finding out it was because of my Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) and my nerves were rewired from the extreme pain via my bones being broken and twisted to straighten them. I was diagnosed with Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome (AMPS) which was full body-extremely rare. I learned to ignore the pain so I could try and live a normal life, but it got so bad my hands no longer would work from the excruciating pain. I barely made it to graduation, failing my last quarter of school. Luckily my ranking was 4th so I still graduated with extreme pain and with help from others who had to write for me. Pretty quickly I was bed-bound and dreaming of hospitalization so I could have strong medication to ease my molecular deep ache. Severe Plantar Fasciitis kept me avoiding walking at many costs. Flash forward to 3 years later when I was miraculously healed over-night. I thought I was free and worked on gaining back all my muscles that were atrophied. But then my pain came back and began rising ever higher with many more complications taking over every bit of my body. I joined this site for freedom to express my struggle held deep inside for so long with a smile on my face and not even my family knowing what I went through. I never realized how glorious it was to be open and now I refuse to go back. My sense of peace demands to no longer have a fake smile on my face. I am now diagnosed with EDS, AMPS, Fibromyalgia, Hypothyroidism, Severe Insomnia, Asthma, Hypersomnia, Lymphedema, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, PTSD, Scoliosis, Sciatica, Bone and Shin Splints and recently promised that I will soon cross the line and be diagnosed with Juvenile Arthritis. It is SO freeing to know that the reason for all of my pain is because of my many overlapping diagnoses. I am currently working on filing for disability and have lost my dream of Interior Design to keep me warm. Also dealing with blisters covering my scalp and making it ridiculously tender with serious GERD and acid reflux problems due to the EDS. Constantly focusing on not throwing up each second is my new normal. Swallowing 10 times per first swallow is becoming habit. Psoriasis and Eczema now are hitting me harder than ever. I walk like a 96yr old woman and hurt so much worse. Only recently did my new rheumatologist pinpoint my last pain diagnoses as being Spine Arthritis, Psoriatic Arthritis, and RA. At long last I have found a home health company that save me pain and energy by coming to my house for appointments. It is ingenious and such a blessing! My new PCP is a brilliant and knowledgeable woman who actually cares for her patients! She wants us to live our best lives and works hard for it to be so. Thanks to her I now also have a pain doctor who CARES and is not afraid to help his patients live their most pain-free lives!!! He is SUCH a gem like her! It almost 18 years to find these blessed doctors. The biggest lesson I have learned is that my happiness is vital and if I have a doctor that isn't measuring up, drop them ASAP! Life is too short to suffer at the hands of others-especially when we are paying them to supposedly help us! It isn't worth it but YOU ARE! Finally in a place in my life where the future looks bright and I am excited for the challenges, as I know my health loves to constantly cause more pain and troubles like my Major Depressive Disorder, Psychosis, and Anxiety. I have been given a VERY complicated and Unique body that I choose to have as I know it better than anyone else. It is mine and we will learn to become a team though it may take a lifetime. I will never give up. No matter what I will fight on! Just as I have these long years, savoring each moment and smiling at each thing that lifts my burden a little. Life should be cherished, no matter how pain-filled. And with The Mighty at my ruined and failing finger-tips, I will carefully walk into the world with my shoulders back, face to the sun, and hope in my heart with a wish to lift a few fellow down-trodden. We got this!!!!
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