KuriGohan&Kamehameha
想死不能 - 想活不能
- Nov 23, 2020
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Nobody (except one person) seems to accept the reality of my circumstances. Everyone that I come across tosses out the same milquetoast platitudes about how there is hope, and their aunt's husband's boyfriend's first cousin was suicidal once upon a time only for a wonderful life to fall into their lap shortly afterwards.
For me, this isn't reality. There is no hope. It will not get better. In fact, it will probably get a lot worse. I'm sure many people here with chronic pain and illnesses are also tired of hearing the same things from people who think they have good intentions, but are actually perniciously harming you by believing in optimistic, saccharine delusions that simply aren't true.
I have been in pain everyday for years. The pain isn't going away anytime soon- I'll likely have to live with it the rest of my life, and since I'm in my early twenties, that's a long ass time. I don't want to live like this. Yet, nobody can fathom why I would not want to experience this beautiful life full of utter torture and pain.
It feels like people are wearing blinders that make them deluded to the sad, bitter truth, which is that a life like mine isn't worth living personally. To try and stop me from freeing myself from this pain, people will say the most nonsensical things as a result of their belief that ctb can never be a choice.
My boyfriend is in full blown denial about how bad my illnesses are. He is well aware that my conditions are what drive me to suicide, and so he is living in fantasy land and now believes I don't know what's wrong with me and I secretly must have something that can be cured.
I will now have to put myself through more stress, more mistreatment from doctors, and more flashbacks because he trusts the system more than me. There is no other disease except CFS that has all the same symptoms as mine and would not show up in serology tests, but obviously, I know nothing about what I suffer from, right?
I have had so many fucking blood test already, an MRI, have seen several doctors and taken over 20 medications and now I have to repeat this whole process because most people refuse to accept how bad my pain is or the fact that no one knows exactly what causes it, so doctors were doing more harm than good.
For years I have been abused and mistreated by doctors who lied to me and treated me like I was crazy, I have so much trauma from what they've done to me, I can't forget being pinned down, things done to me without consent, and now I have to relive my worst memories over and over again because I am being forced to go back to the same hand that bit me.
I cannot even begin to describe how infuriating it is when people think they know my pain better than I do. I may be disabled, but I'm not stupid. I take the same classes at uni that the medics take up until I start having targeted specialisation, and I constantly scour through research papers and do data analysis, yet the people around me love to appeal to authority and act like I know nothing because I am not a doctor.
If I had not stood up for myself and said no to these bloody doctors they would have killed me with the medication combos I was on, medications that had a black box warning not to mix. They laughed at my pain and thought it was hilarious that I was shaking all over.
The new NICE guidelines have mandated that people like me with unexplained chronic pain or catchall diagnoses like Fibromyalgia will not be allowed pain medication anymore after a certain date. You will get prescribed antidepressants and therapy instead, and advised to exercise.
I would love to exercise, if I wasn't permanently exhausted and it didn't make me feel even worse! I'd love to try antidepressants if I hadn't already taken every single one that's approved by the NHS with the exception of MAOIs, which are pretty much banned! I'd love to try therapy if I hadn't already wasted over 10 years with it and had to deal with harmful modalities that made me feel disgusted for being traumatized and tried to tell me that my physical pain was all in my head!
Those who do not suffer seem completely incapable of understanding how severe our torment is. I understand that one gains empathy from experience, but they don't even make an effort. The health "care" industry is more like the "how can we avoid liability rather than help you" industry. All people want to do is keep you alive rather than attempt to ease any of your suffering.
If you've ever seen the anime Monster or read the manga, there is a very poignant quote from Johan Liebert that has always stuck out to me. "The only thing humans are equal in, is death." In our absurd spectacle of a world, others love to pretend as if we all have an equal, fighting chance in recovering from whatever plagues us, subsequently finding enjoyment in life. They believe everyone can be content, if not happy. The assumptions one must make to come to such a conclusion are devoid of rationality and reason. The only thing we are guaranteed in this life is mortality.
There are some of us who have been dealt a truly horrible hand, and the deck will never shift in our favor. While we can acknowledge this fate, as somber as it is, some people would rather live in delusions of grandeur and believe every problem has a solution. If your situation is hopeless beyond belief, how can you not get angry at this attitude?
For me, this isn't reality. There is no hope. It will not get better. In fact, it will probably get a lot worse. I'm sure many people here with chronic pain and illnesses are also tired of hearing the same things from people who think they have good intentions, but are actually perniciously harming you by believing in optimistic, saccharine delusions that simply aren't true.
I have been in pain everyday for years. The pain isn't going away anytime soon- I'll likely have to live with it the rest of my life, and since I'm in my early twenties, that's a long ass time. I don't want to live like this. Yet, nobody can fathom why I would not want to experience this beautiful life full of utter torture and pain.
It feels like people are wearing blinders that make them deluded to the sad, bitter truth, which is that a life like mine isn't worth living personally. To try and stop me from freeing myself from this pain, people will say the most nonsensical things as a result of their belief that ctb can never be a choice.
My boyfriend is in full blown denial about how bad my illnesses are. He is well aware that my conditions are what drive me to suicide, and so he is living in fantasy land and now believes I don't know what's wrong with me and I secretly must have something that can be cured.
I will now have to put myself through more stress, more mistreatment from doctors, and more flashbacks because he trusts the system more than me. There is no other disease except CFS that has all the same symptoms as mine and would not show up in serology tests, but obviously, I know nothing about what I suffer from, right?
I have had so many fucking blood test already, an MRI, have seen several doctors and taken over 20 medications and now I have to repeat this whole process because most people refuse to accept how bad my pain is or the fact that no one knows exactly what causes it, so doctors were doing more harm than good.
For years I have been abused and mistreated by doctors who lied to me and treated me like I was crazy, I have so much trauma from what they've done to me, I can't forget being pinned down, things done to me without consent, and now I have to relive my worst memories over and over again because I am being forced to go back to the same hand that bit me.
I cannot even begin to describe how infuriating it is when people think they know my pain better than I do. I may be disabled, but I'm not stupid. I take the same classes at uni that the medics take up until I start having targeted specialisation, and I constantly scour through research papers and do data analysis, yet the people around me love to appeal to authority and act like I know nothing because I am not a doctor.
If I had not stood up for myself and said no to these bloody doctors they would have killed me with the medication combos I was on, medications that had a black box warning not to mix. They laughed at my pain and thought it was hilarious that I was shaking all over.
The new NICE guidelines have mandated that people like me with unexplained chronic pain or catchall diagnoses like Fibromyalgia will not be allowed pain medication anymore after a certain date. You will get prescribed antidepressants and therapy instead, and advised to exercise.
I would love to exercise, if I wasn't permanently exhausted and it didn't make me feel even worse! I'd love to try antidepressants if I hadn't already taken every single one that's approved by the NHS with the exception of MAOIs, which are pretty much banned! I'd love to try therapy if I hadn't already wasted over 10 years with it and had to deal with harmful modalities that made me feel disgusted for being traumatized and tried to tell me that my physical pain was all in my head!
Those who do not suffer seem completely incapable of understanding how severe our torment is. I understand that one gains empathy from experience, but they don't even make an effort. The health "care" industry is more like the "how can we avoid liability rather than help you" industry. All people want to do is keep you alive rather than attempt to ease any of your suffering.
If you've ever seen the anime Monster or read the manga, there is a very poignant quote from Johan Liebert that has always stuck out to me. "The only thing humans are equal in, is death." In our absurd spectacle of a world, others love to pretend as if we all have an equal, fighting chance in recovering from whatever plagues us, subsequently finding enjoyment in life. They believe everyone can be content, if not happy. The assumptions one must make to come to such a conclusion are devoid of rationality and reason. The only thing we are guaranteed in this life is mortality.
There are some of us who have been dealt a truly horrible hand, and the deck will never shift in our favor. While we can acknowledge this fate, as somber as it is, some people would rather live in delusions of grandeur and believe every problem has a solution. If your situation is hopeless beyond belief, how can you not get angry at this attitude?