Please understand that anything I type here is written with no disrespect meant...
Whatever your disability is, feeling sorry for yourself will achieve absolutely nothing. It will, in fact, eventually make you sicker, or sorer, or more miserable. Guaranteed.
To understand what I mean by that, there are a couple of very short but very powerful books you should probably read. Heal Thyself and The 12 Healers, by Edward Bach, and Heal Your Body, by Louise L. Hay.
These books discuss the nature of disease and illness, how it's caused, and how to cure it.
And there's that old saying, "Always remember, there's someone worse off than you."
My sister was born with spina bifida. She can walk, thanks to surgery done a few days after she was born.
But. She has had to have several spinal surgeries, she has epilepsy, Guillian Barres Syndrome, a some other things the doctors are still trying to figure out.
Because of the Guillian Barres thing, she is unable to pick up her children, do housework, cook, hold a book, a cup, or cut her own food with a knife and fork.
Because of the epilepsy, she is unable to drive, and going out is an ordeal.
She is in constant pain, which allows her maybe one or two hours of broken sleep a night, on a good night. Her body spasms uncontrollably for most of the day.
She was phsically and emotionally abused by our alcoholic father as a child, thrown out of the house at 14, repeatedly raped and doped up on heroin by the lovely guy her took her in after that, consequently got hooked on heroin and had to get herself off it after she got away from him.
I could fill pages and pages with the crap my sister has had to put up with in her 28 years, and I'd still only be scraping the surface.
And do you know what?
Every time I see her or talk to her on the phone, she's always asking how I am, how my kids and husband are, what have we been up to, are we happy? She never mentions a word of what she's going through. We only ever hear the bad stuff from her partner when she's not in the room.
I, myself, am currently recovering from a four and a half year battle with severe post-natal depression, bordering on psychosis. I also have an underlying acute anxiety disorder with a tendancy to catastrophic panic attacks. My body has been destroying itself for the past few years, and it's only with the help of some amazing people that I'm getting myself back on track.
The one thing I never did, even at the worst times (and those times were the worst, trust me), was sit there complaining about it. I've spent every day of my depression studying the subject so that I can defeat it. I dare anybody to tell me that I haven't tried to get better.
Besides the help from a select few very special people, the three books I mentioned earlier have been absolutely brilliant. They've completely opened up my eyes to what's really going on, and with their help my recovery is in no doubt whatsoever.
Do yourself a favour - stop feeling sorry for yourself and work on making your life the best it can be. Your life experience is what you make it, babe, and that's a fact.
2007-01-03 00:29:47
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answered by Donna M 6
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Ok, have you tried sitting on a foam cushion called a "doughnut"?
You can find them usually in the pharmacy section, or if they do not have them...as where you can get one. There's a hole in the cushion where your rear sets. The scrotum can hang down a little and not be crushed, which will help it perhaps not to become numb. They also use this medically for other ailments.
Have you tried therapy with the TENS unit. I have a siatic nerve that's pinched and that did wonders for me. It eases up the nerve impulses that carry the pain. It's simple and merely delievers a little tingle to the area. You can find out more about it at google.com.
2007-01-03 08:01:01
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answered by Voice 4
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