eskimoeskimo
Well known member
I’d like to add that many of us have had 24/7 (or nearly 24/7) pain that felt absolutely crippling. I couldn’t even grip my cell phone, per my cat, or feel my bed sheets. My limbs were turning purple and yellow from Raynaud’s, which I once posted (now deleted) photos of on these forums back in 2017. I had a nervous breakdown in the ER at University of Chicago and they debated sending me to the psych ward because I was in such despair, but they ended up telling me to go to Mayo Clinic - even they were puzzled by my skin.
And I was previously on a sports team in college where I had fast balls whipped at my face and scars on my knees that I carried around like trophies! My sister used to call me a “jock,” I was in the top percentile for leg strength, some college friends would ask to feel my stomach muscles at parties, etc. So pain and debilitation was a humiliating experience for me. I went from feeling powerful to weak and like I was going to lose everything. Also, I do have a structural condition - Ehlers-Danlos that causes dysautonomia and mast cell activation - and I could have totally just threw my hands up and said screw it.
I say this because people sometimes seem to think that it’s impossible to go on if your pain isn’t severe. People like Miffy who recovered from CRPS or Ozanich who was at one point dealing with a paralyzed limb have gone through hell and back, and made it out. You can do this even with nightmare pain.
But I’m living a fantastic life now. I am a normal human being and not every day is joyous, but I’m so glad I was born and continue to be alive.
One other thing to be careful with: constantly rereading posts or reaching out to experts like Ozanich, Schubiner, etc. Those of us who are obsessive reassurance seekers go beyond arming ourselves with knowledge. Balance is so important for us (and everyone, really).
I don't know why I can't wrap my head around this. I fully admit that my pain is never very bad. And I'm not physically limited in any way. There's a mild to moderate cramp in my neck all the time. That's it. And yet somehow this has become the end of the world for me, that it's there at all. It's confusing really. On the one hand I'm grateful that the pain isn't worse, on the other hand it's disorienting and actually makes me feel guilty to be so overcome, to wallow in, what is relatively speaking a minor symptom. My brain has just put all the eggs in this basket. I don't know if it's a distraction, or emblematic of all the suffering, or magnified by focus, or all of the above, or what. But I hate this sensation with the energy of a thousand suns.
And on your last point, I have a message from Schubiner right now that I haven't opened yet because I'm "saving" it ... hoping it will be reassuring and will pull me out of the darkness. And I can also see that his and my email chain is more than 150 messages long. And you won't be surprised to know that all of my messages have been essentially the same thing rewritten.
... sounds like OCD huh?