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A Begining

So, I have had this journal for a while now and have never posted anything. The main reason I signed up was to follow some of my favorite fan fiction writers when they moved from FFN. I can't promise I will update very regularly, or often but when I can, and have something to say, I will.

I thought maybe the best place to start was to tell you some about me, which I hate doing. I hate being the center of attention. I have always wanted to be invisible so no one would notice me. I assume (I know, I know not always a good idea) that comes from years and years of emotional and physical abuse growing up at the hands of my brother. Everytime I think I have got beyond that damage, I find I am not. As a married (21 years now) mother of 3 grown children, I hope I get past it soon. 

I have been diagnosed with PTSD, MDD, OCD, and Fibromyalgia. There are a couple of other physical diagnosis, but they are really not important to this discussion. Physically, I am very limited. I am right handed, however my right hand is hopelessly useless, and we don't know why. The simple act of opening and closing my hand is excruciating, on the rare occasion I can do it at all. I have learned to use my left hand almost exclusively through trial and error. Some days I am confined to a wheelchair, other days I can get around with a rollator ( a walker with 4 wheels). When I can walk, it is very short distances, and for only a few minutes. Doing everyday things like grocery shopping requires a lot of planning ahead, and 2 people to assist me. I need one person to push my chair and another person to push the grocery cart. Usually my husband just goes without me after I write a list (with my left hand, Fun). As a side note, one of my helpers needs to drive as well as I cannot. I cannot pass the vision test for a driver's license.

After 6 months of PT and OT, I can Finally take care of most of my hygiene needs myself. I have a special chair to put in the shower, and a cuff that makes it much easier to grasp with my right hand things like my razor, or toothbrush. A full bottle of shampoo or body wash requires both hands to maneuver, but I have managed to find ways to make it work. Dressing myself is possible, but very difficult. Just as an experiment, try putting on undergarments, a dress shirt, pants, socks and shoes with only one hand. Things like hooking a bra, buttoning your shirt and pants, or tying your shoes are nearly impossible without a lot of training, trial and effort. I can manage everything but the buttons on a shirt right now.  Typically I will wear a dress that has a built in bra and can just slip over my head, along with flip flops. I can put those on without assistance. At 41 years old, it really bothers me that I need help dressing.

As far as my mental health goes, I cope the best I can. I know I should seek psychotherapy, but I can't. When you combine a phobia of mental health professionals with what is suspect is agorophobia, I quite simply can't do it.  Even if I could get there, which involves finding some to take me and fighting against the agorophobia, I couldn't talk to them. I have tried several times, and it seems like every timeI go, I end up with another new diagnosis. Personally, i think I need to fix what we already know is wrong with me before we go searching for the rest of the issues. I am aware OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and MDD (Major Depressive Disorder) cause a lot of other issues, or at least are usually found combined with several other issues.  Someday I will figure it all out, I hope.

 Ok, so enough of the poor me routine. I tried to keep this all factual as far as my life goes, but it always comes out sounding like a poor me anyway. Sorry about that. Usually I just tell people I have severe arthritis, and nerve damage from a car accident. It describes my limitations in a way that people understand as a general rule. Too many people do not understand, or even try to understand fibro. Most people with this disease are able to live a normal life, or with slight modifications and medications. Some of the unfortunate few like me have a much more difficult time living with it. It took several years and several failures to find a medication that helps me at all. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst pain ever, my daily life was at a pain level of 6 or 7. My medications take that to a level of 3 to 5 on a normal day. Some days are worse, and a few rare days it is better. I am NEVER pain free.

I am happy to answer any questions you might have about fibro, or anything else about my life. I do check LJ regularly for posts from my favorite fan fiction authors and will answer as best as I can. I am by no means an expert, but I think that by documenting my experiences as a person with this diesase in this forum, maybe I can get the word out, and help someone understand a little better about this disease and how it can affect a person's life. Some of the disparaging comments I have heard (from my friends and closest family no less) include, there is nothing wrong me, or i am faking, or it's all in your head. This is common for sufferers of fibro and it really doesn't do us any good.

As a final note, for the fanfiction authors, even if I don't review, your stories are what keeps me going most days. Those days when the pain is so bad that all I can do is sit in my chair and try not to cry, I turn to fanfiction to keep me company and keep my mind off the pain.  so Thank You, and keep up the good work. You are appreciated more than you know.

Shelli

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