Hello everyone!
I'm very new to this place (just found it two days ago) and already, I'm completely taken :)
I hope this is the right place to write in, if not, I'll remove and post it somewhere else. First of all, I'd love to introduce myself. My name's Lena (or you can use my nick Dwaggie) I'm 29 years and from germany. My english might be a little awkward at times, please bear with me and don't hesitate to correct me if I make mistakes :)
I got my diagnosis 2 years ago, after rheumatic diseases and a few other things had been ruled out.
I'm always a little chaotic.
Sadly, I'm very often sort of distracted.It's partly the ADHD that makes it hard for me to focus, but lately, I've noticed that I'm starting to get confused more easily and sometimes people tell me things and I have trouble comprehending what they want from me. I hear them, but the meaning is hard for me to get. It's not really that bad yet, but it's started to be noticeable.
In general, I'm a happy person. I can laugh and giggle everyday, I love looking at "internet humour" like Memebase things and I can laugh at the silliest, most immature and sometimes evil things. I love laughing and I'm happy to say I still find something funny/sweet/amusing in my every day.
I work as a social worker / nursery teacher, with babies and children up to the age of 3. And I love it. The work is very, very taxing for me. The kids are annoying sometimes and really, it's hard work, physically and mentally. I know I won't be able to work with them forever, no matter how much I love it. I've had back problems even before I started working (hollow back and a slight hunch, I think it's "sway back" but I'm not sure if it's the correct term, my back is in a harder S-curve than it should be)
I'm fine most of the time, only suffering from tension in the neck/shoulder area and sometimes a stiff lower back. I've had two dislocated vertebrae during university and the doc said I'm in for a dislocated/herniated disk at some point, but I'm just trying to be careful with it. It runs in the family, really.
I can joke about it, and most of my other little ailments, because I don't have it bad. Even with the fibro. I feel bad, occassionally, for telling people I'm feeling unwell or am in pain, because I don't feel it's warranted. Especially not with all the things I read and hear from other people with fibro. I'm lucky and happy to say I am not or not yet in permanent pain. The fibro, for me, mostly means being exhausted and stiff.
It's... mmmh... I think what makes me sad the most is, that while I can work fulltime at the moment, I have little to no energy for anything else anymore. I used to draw a lot. And I mean a LOT. But now, I haven't drawn in weeks, it sometimes hurts my hands to hold a pen. Or a knitting needle.
In general, holding small objects hurts really really bad at times. Is anyone having this problem? I can carry heavy grocery bags with little difficulty, but holding on to a single sheet of paper or a folder or a pen with one hand for more than half a minute becomes painful very fast. I've been tested negative for rheumatic diseases, since it was what my former doc thought.
Drawing is what I miss most, because it was a splendid form of venting and focusing my thoughts to one thing. I have so many ideas in my head, but I'm too lethargic to even pick up a pencil anymore.
Currently, I'm in a new psychotherapy. My personal opinion on the cause of my fibro is: Stress. I'm stressed nearly 24/7. I've been stressed as a child, I've been MAD stressed when I was hitting puberty and I think I've been born stressed. Due to the ADHD, I've always had troubles with finding friends and making contact and I've come home crying from school a LOT. Even when I was growing older and a little calmer and withdrawn, I've always had few friends and that, added to a growing problem with severe anxiety disorder, depressions and panic attacks only served to have me running on adrenaline much. I think somewhere in my teens, I've un-learned how to relax.
Even when I sit down to watch a movie or finally get up and meet with a friend to go swimming, I'm not relaxed. Not as I would define relaxed. I'm near constantly worried and mulling things over in my head, pleasant and unpleasant things.
I'm, what I like to call a "head person". I live in my head and in my thoughts and I just.. think a lot. Thinking here does not always equal anything philosophical or worldshaking.... just.. thoughts.
I'm a horrible know-it-all. I think I'm medium smart, I'm full of useless knowledge and I pick up information rather easily. I admit, I'm rather proud of having a slightly-above-average IQ (tested 118), and to be able to have been to university and managed a bachelor's degree. I value intelligence very much (though, intelligence doesn't mean being a humourless spoilsport, it's... just a way of acting in certain situations and making certain choices. It's hard to explain)
The therapy lady has started digging and discovering that I have serious coping issues. I've been hurt in the past and I never had the ability to really deal with those things. I'm the person to be sad a little time and then look for something to distract myself with until it stops hurting.
It's like that with the fibro. The fibro scares me. A lot. I don't know what will come, I don't know if I'll be able to provide for myself, if I'll be able to manage when/if the pain starts to worsen, I don't know what'll happen if I lose my job, I am afraid I'll end up sick and poor and alone and I can't DO anything to relieve those fears because... there's no telling what will happen. So... to not fall into the dark, endlessly deep pit of despair and fear and depression and uncertainty, I try to tell myself everything is fine. Everyting will work out somehow and I'll have some sort of good life and be happy with that.
Only problem is, sadly the things bothering me aren't going away, they've started to fester and grow like a tumor under my thinning shell of happy sparkles and sugar sprinkles. And I'm a little scared to crack a hole into myself to see what's boiling inside, because I can't tell if I'm able to deal with all that I've stomached over the time and had no outlet for.
I think that is, what's given me the fibro, as a warning sign of what I've been unconsciously doing to myself.. I really hope my therapy lady will lead me through this mostly unscathed. I much prefer being the happy, giddy, giggly, weird and silly little know-it-all than the depressed, bawling little ball of misery hiding in my belly.
I THINK... I've written enough for now XD
It wasn't meant to become so long.... but I get carried away easily...
To end this on a more positive note: I'm so so sooooo SO happy to have found this place and I hope to find inspiration in all of you to come around and deal with the fibro properly.
*huggles*