Hi all, I'm new here and am just looking for some support and open to learning from others with PTSD.
I have had 25, going on 26 surgeries (next week.) I was born with a genetic disability and my surgeries began at age 2. I had yearly surgeries from 1977-1986. I was born with a chronic swelling in both legs. They were so large, I was never supposed to walk. At the time, the other treatments all failed so they resorted to surgery. Today, it's believed that cutting into this type of disease is the worst thing you can do. I had had many traumatic experiences during these surgeries. It wasn't like it is now. You put yourself on the OR table wide awake, and had to let them strap you down. Next to a huge table of scalpels etc... I won't get in to all that though...
They finally stopped because they found that HIV was in blood products and my surgeries were considered elective. I needed mass transfusions so I was not allowed at the time to continue. Lucky for me, I did not have any blood borne diseases from that time .
After that they decided that I'd had enough. The original plan was to get my legs down to a normal size, then at age 18, I would have plastic surgery to repair the scars. I won't get into the teasing I endured at catholic school in a dress for 12 years ...
Ffwd to 18, no surgeon would touch me because of the amount of scar tissue I had on my legs. So I was left scarred and my legs severely deformed. They really don't even look like legs or feet.
I was doing quite well till I had an unrelated surgery to remove a tumor. This caused my disease to flare up and the swelling moved from just my legs, to my upper body.
This caused a domino affect and I had to leave work and am dealing with numerous medical problems. Many caused by the original surgeries.
I'm trying to find a way to cope and move on, but my life is now severely restricted.
I find myself angry that I worked so hard to make a good life for myself and now I'm disabled after putting myself through college etc... the financial effect alone was devastating .
I am trying to find the light and find a way to live the best life I can but it's hard when you can't do much or even leave the house at times.
Prior to the last surgery, I was a nurse and did exercise and had a very busy lifestyle . Now my life is drs appts and being mostly home bound . I was never a home body.
I don't often share my story as I was able to lead a mostly normal life before.
I have had treatment but I feel they neglect my body issues and the trauma I experienced as a child. Meds don't work for the anxiety and it's worse because all I have is time to think . I just want to let it go and move on. I think I almost feel the whole thing started over as my life turned into the nightmare I have always been secretly afraid of. Being disabled .
My doc thinks that I will get progressively worse as I age. I know I need to start living for each day, but I feel I have lost myself and that I am letting everyone down. I was always the strong one. I am pushing through to be a decent mom to my kids, but I just think it should not be this hard .
I never thought I'd end up here.
Thanks for listening. I felt like sharing my story. I did write down a few books I've seen posted around here. I will gladly take advice.
I hope this post isn't too gloomy. I do have hope that one day I will figure out how to lead a happy life with what I have. That's why I keep trying ...
I have had 25, going on 26 surgeries (next week.) I was born with a genetic disability and my surgeries began at age 2. I had yearly surgeries from 1977-1986. I was born with a chronic swelling in both legs. They were so large, I was never supposed to walk. At the time, the other treatments all failed so they resorted to surgery. Today, it's believed that cutting into this type of disease is the worst thing you can do. I had had many traumatic experiences during these surgeries. It wasn't like it is now. You put yourself on the OR table wide awake, and had to let them strap you down. Next to a huge table of scalpels etc... I won't get in to all that though...
They finally stopped because they found that HIV was in blood products and my surgeries were considered elective. I needed mass transfusions so I was not allowed at the time to continue. Lucky for me, I did not have any blood borne diseases from that time .
After that they decided that I'd had enough. The original plan was to get my legs down to a normal size, then at age 18, I would have plastic surgery to repair the scars. I won't get into the teasing I endured at catholic school in a dress for 12 years ...
Ffwd to 18, no surgeon would touch me because of the amount of scar tissue I had on my legs. So I was left scarred and my legs severely deformed. They really don't even look like legs or feet.
I was doing quite well till I had an unrelated surgery to remove a tumor. This caused my disease to flare up and the swelling moved from just my legs, to my upper body.
This caused a domino affect and I had to leave work and am dealing with numerous medical problems. Many caused by the original surgeries.
I'm trying to find a way to cope and move on, but my life is now severely restricted.
I find myself angry that I worked so hard to make a good life for myself and now I'm disabled after putting myself through college etc... the financial effect alone was devastating .
I am trying to find the light and find a way to live the best life I can but it's hard when you can't do much or even leave the house at times.
Prior to the last surgery, I was a nurse and did exercise and had a very busy lifestyle . Now my life is drs appts and being mostly home bound . I was never a home body.
I don't often share my story as I was able to lead a mostly normal life before.
I have had treatment but I feel they neglect my body issues and the trauma I experienced as a child. Meds don't work for the anxiety and it's worse because all I have is time to think . I just want to let it go and move on. I think I almost feel the whole thing started over as my life turned into the nightmare I have always been secretly afraid of. Being disabled .
My doc thinks that I will get progressively worse as I age. I know I need to start living for each day, but I feel I have lost myself and that I am letting everyone down. I was always the strong one. I am pushing through to be a decent mom to my kids, but I just think it should not be this hard .
I never thought I'd end up here.
Thanks for listening. I felt like sharing my story. I did write down a few books I've seen posted around here. I will gladly take advice.
I hope this post isn't too gloomy. I do have hope that one day I will figure out how to lead a happy life with what I have. That's why I keep trying ...