My life wasn’t supposed to be like this

I don’t know if I believe in god. I turned my back on Christianity after being heavily involved in it and don’t see any compelling evidence for any other particular religion, and yet when life is at its worst I find myself trying to see if “god” has some purpose to it and what I am “supposed” to learn from the hard times. And I have had some hard times in my life. My dad committed suicide when I was 7. My mother gave me up to foster care when I was 14 and was mentally ill for the rest of her life. I shattered my right leg when I was 18 and was incapacitated for a year. I got involved in a Christian cult in my 20s that left me confused for years. But I always managed to get through the hard times because I found I was very self-reliant. I was blessed with a strong fit body and a sharp mind and I worked through whatever obstacle was put in my path. I have always known my self-reliance sprung from my strong physical body and I have always dreaded the idea that something might happen to make me incapable of being self-reliant. I dreaded it so much that I felt if there was a god he wouldn’t let something happen to take that self-reliance away. I even had a sort of pact with god that he could let me die before he let me be incapacitated.

But life played the card I dreaded. About 1 year and a half ago I developed an as yet untreatable affliction in my feet (peripheral neuropathy) that greatly inhibits my normal physical capabilities and causes me great pain. Though I am able to still work and take care of myself, I am pretty much homebound when I am not at work as I am in too much pain to go out unnecessarily. The beginning of this condition in my feet coincided with my divorcing my wife of 13 years. We had known for several years that we couldn’t find common ground to make our marriage work, so when the kids were raised (her children, my stepchildren) we divorced. I felt it was the right decision and that I would get through it and rebuild my life as I had some many times in the past, but because of this affliction in my feet, I don’t have that well of physical strength to tap into and I find I l have lost all hope and my life has spiraled down to a big nothing. I seem unable to change anything. I have become a victim.

My life wasn’t supposed to go this way. God what did I do to deserve this?

God only looks in general questions you know. You would think those thirty-six people could have come up with something, wouldn’t you? Well, maybe their response was a little like mine - my life wasn’t supposed to be this way - I was supposed to have a resume like yours. That resume seems quite otherworldly to me - but I’m not naive enough to believe it can affect your feet problem.

I refer to myself as teleologically-impaired because more and more I seem to lack a purpose. But maybe it’s a good idea not to “suppose” anything too much. Stop believing in any overall plan that has bad feet and purposelessness as it’s pre-determined goal.

I answered because I couldn’t stand looking at the 0. I hope I haven’t made you feel worse.

{{{{wanderer}}}}}

I’m sorry :frowning:

I’m going through a pretty rough spell right now, myself, so I don’t think I’m in a position to offer advice. OTOH, I’m seeing a head doctor and got a scrip for something called Paxil today, so with any luck I’ll be a (semi)normal human being within a short period of time.

Don’t wallow around in it anymore, honey - when you start to question your existence it’s time to see a professional.

Like, RIGHT NOW!!! Make the damn appointment already, will ya? The worst that can happen is you’re out a couple of bucks. Health insurance will pick up most of it, and if you don’t have health insurance there are other resources you should check out.

OK, why haven’t you made the appointment yet? I’m waiting

wanderer, for what it is worth, my blessing and prayers go out for you.

O.k. This doesn’t make sense: “Stop believing in any overall plan that has bad feet and purposelessness as its pre-determined goal.” A universe without an over-all plan is purposeless. I know that. It certainly can’t have purposelessness as a goal. What I meant to say was: Stop looking for purpose in bad feet and a feeling of societal uselessness. Teleology is so unfashionable anyway. I’m sure Allan Watts and Gary Kusav can explain this to you properly. And take more drugs.

Get good and pissed and decide you ain’t gonna take this shit no more!

I’m disabled - busted up right leg with a blown knee, wore out left hip, spinal fusions full of arthrites and bone spurs - and so can’t move around a lot. When I got divorced back around '78, I got custody of the kids (2 girls who now have families of their own). I’ve been screaming, “I ain’t gonna take this shit no more!” for years and it works.

A little over a year ago, I had to stop working (long-haul, truck driver) when I began to have back spasms - I ain’t gonna take this shit no more! I’ve had some serious money problems - I ain’t gonna take this shit no more! - but my disability has finally come through and I can start getting paid off. Biggest problem now is that I have a lot of time on my hands - I ain’t gonna take this shit no more! So I’m starting to do a little volenteer work with the county Animal Control: problem snake removal, if you must know. I’m an amature herpetologist. I’m also volenteering at a Life and Science museum. They don’t have a place for me yet but will soon, I hope.

Just remember the magic words, best spoken loudly through clenched teeth: I AIN’T GONNA FUCKING TAKE THIS SHIT NO MORE!! and find a way to do it.

Wishing all luck,

Wanderer, what exactly is wrong with your feet?

My feet are pretty shot too, its funny but you dont realize how much you need them till they dont work right.

I have fallen arches, and terrible pain in my heels. When I am off my feet for more than a minute or two, they get stiff and tight, and its very painful to use them. Getting out of bed is a nightmare. I have special shoes that allow me to walk, and they have to be ON my feet before I stand up. Even showering is painful now, I cant go that long without my precious shoes.

Taking off some weight would help, but its very hard to get any exercise without using my feeet - but I am still working on it.

Wanderer, cant they fix your feet?

I dont know how much my opinion matters to you, but you have my eternal respect for sticking things out with your ex till your step kids were grown. You are a wonderful man.

The best way to get over your problems is to look at someone else’s. There is always someone that is in worse shape than you, it sure can make you get a different perspective on things. Like people born without any legs or feet at all. While yours may cause you pain, at least you have them.
Self-pity is the easiest emotion in the world to wallow in. We’ve all done it, myself included. Get outside yourself and into other people and you’ll notice a huge difference in your life. Evidently you haven’t turned your back on christians quite as much as you believe. Number one mistake…the term christain simply means someone that patterns their life after Christ. Doesn’t mean you are perfect by a long shot. It simply means that you believe he was the Son of God, gave his life for your sins, and you try to live by his example as best you can.
I feel the flames starting to rise now. But you did ask.

kelli, peripheral neuropathy as I understand it is where the nerves in your extremities die. Nerves have some kind of protective sheathe around them and in my case, the sheathe is breaking down and the unprotected nerves are starting to die. I was told this is more of a symptom of some other condition in the body rather than a disease itself. Usually it is brought on by diabetes or liver disease but I was tested for both and have neither. The last neurologist I saw who was in New York City said that it is unlikely that they will be able to pinpoint the reason for the problem since the most common ones have been ruled out. The pain is sometimes very intense and feels sort of like having extremely tight shoes on or having the soles of my feet smacked with a ruler. Conventional pain killers like aspirin or Advil don’t touch the pain and the only medication that has helped that isn’t a habit forming narcotic is called Neurotin and it is some kind of nerve sedative and once I take it my whole body functions like I am drunk so I can’t take it during the day. I do take it at night to get to help me sleep, and its pain relieving effects sort of linger over into the early morning, but by noon the pain is usually back.

Because there are no outward symptoms of my condition, I don’t normally tell anyone I work with about the problem. I wear loafers to work and take them off the instant I am sitting as shoes aggravate the problem. Other than taking my shoes off and on a lot when I have to walk somewhere nobody at work knows I have a problem and this sometimes means I get in situations where my pain is aggravated. Standing is particularly painful (much more so than walking) and sometimes I am forced to stand while I am talking to someone or if I have to stand in line for something and I just want to scream. Sometimes when the pain is especially intense I am very irritable but most of the time I just try to lock the pain in a closet in my mind for the day so I can get my job done. But once I am done working I head home and get my shoes off and try to stay off my feet as much as possible from that point forward. Other than getting groceries or running some other errand I am in for the night. On the weekends I do try to get out some during the day, or maybe a movie in the early evening but again by the evening I want to be holed up off my feet.

sandyr, I appreciate your concern but I am not sure how to respond to what you said. Exactly what could a professional do? I don’t have some psychological condition that needs to be talked through, worked out or medicated. I just have physical pain and no friends or family because of my recent divorce and move to a new area. And because of my physical pain it is proving extremely hard to change my circumstances. Unless the professional wants to be my hang around buddy I don’t know what help one could provide. I know some people feel that if you get to the point in your life where you are questioning your existence it indicates an unsound mind and you should seek help, but I am of the opinion you can be of a sound mind and still think life is not working out particularly well and question its value. What I need are friends not counseling and they seem pretty hard to come by.

ultress, I appreciate your straightforward answer. I know there are people worse off than me, but I don’t have anything left to offer anyone else. I am struggling just to survive, to go to work and do the job I am expected to do for the money I am paid. I am barely able to do that some days so “getting outside myself” is not something I have anything left over to do. I admire others who are dealing with worse situations, but I have seen few people in hard times go it alone, there is usually someone someone who cares about them anchoring them in their fight. I am alone in mine.

Wanderer -

I beg to differ on two points.

  1. You DO most certainly have something to offer. You just can’t see it right now.

  2. You DO have a psychological problem - your overwhelming feelings of helplessness and hopelessness. A “Professional” can assist you in getting over this hurdle that is preventing you from moving forward in your life. You agree with Ultress that there are people who are worse off than you are, but you cannot go on from there.

If you can get beyond your current frame of mind, you might be able to adopt filthy’s approach.

From personal experience, I can tell you that using a counselor (and medication if necessary) to help you conquer the hopless, helpless feeling can make a big improvement in your life.

filthy is right on - but sometimes it is very difficult to get to that point.

I wish you success.

I know that “My life wasn’t supposed to be like this” feeling well. Unfortunately, I also have a disabling condition- the worst of it is terrible chronic pain. Here’s what you need to do:

See a few different doctors/physical therapists for possible treatment options. Be sure you are getting absolutely every imaginable treatment for your condition.

See a mental health professional. Chronic pain problems and mobility problems frequently result in depression, and you need to learn how to respond to those voices that say “Why me?” and “My life wasn’t supposed to be like this”. This is vitally important to moving on with your life.

Accept assistance. If someone is willing to give you a hand, accept it. If you need a ride somewhere, call someone. Don’t be proud, be a realist.

Don’t accept that you’re worth is over now. It isn’t- If you can just get through it today, tomorrow may be better. You MUST keep a positive attitude, even if your condition is permanent. This is very difficult to do, which is why a mental health professional is SO important.

There have been days I’ve cried, screamed, punched and had fits of fury over my life and the hand I got dealt. All it did was make me mentally unfit in addition to my body being broken. Fix your mind, then work on your body the best you can. You MUST pick yourself up (I know how hard it is- I really do) and start right away. Don’t let yourself start believing that pain is your life- there is still much more out there (although it may not seem it now).

Hang in there, and be as strong as you can. Tomorrow may be a better day- always remember that.

Zette

PS- I strongly recommend staying away from on-line message boards specifically about chronic pain or disease. I personally found them very depressing and they made me feel so hopeless. Be positive and stay around positive people.

Wanderer: Wasn’t “Lorenzo’s Oil” supposed to rebuild the protein sheath on the nerve cells? Would that not help?

–Tim

I will admit the pain gets me down at times but it is really the isolation and loneliness that are trashing my attitude. I don’t quite see what a mental help professional can do about being alone. And my exposure to psychiatrists after my dad’s suicide when I was a child left a rather unpleasant taste in my mouth about dealing with them. It was talk, psychoanalyze and attempt to manipulate my life my life with no improvement in the quality of my life. When my mother finally gave me up to a foster family who lived on a farm, all the ills in my life were fixed by simple things like chores, walking a fenceline, driving a tractor and riding a horse.

My mother became manic depressive later in her life and nothing the doctors did kept her out of hospitals and off heavy medications. She finally died about 2 years ago due to septic shock from all the medication she had been taking over the years, so I am less than impressed with the performance of the so called mental health experts.

I am not afraid to ask for help but the example you used is exactly what is depressing about this situation. I don’t need a ride anywhere. I am not incapacitated to the point I can’t take care of myself. Hell just over a month ago I moved everything I owned from New Jersey to Florida in a 24 foot UHaul include loading and unloading the truck. But at the end of the day there was hell to pay with my feet and I was in more pain than usual for a week.

I don’t need a ride, I need friends to do stuff with, a woman to have a relationship with and a place to belong. No mental health professional is going to be able to help me with those things.

If I said I was bummed out because my feet were hurting and I couldn’t get where I needed to go, do you think it would help me more to see a mental health professional or find someone willing to give me a ride? In the same token, I think my being isolatated in a large part because of my feet has nothing to do with seeing a mental health professional and everything to do with getting plugged in with people. But while I can ask for a ride, it seems I can’t ask for friends. I have already tried that and it doesn’t work. I was viewed as needy and weak. It is bad enough that men are pretty hard on other men when they display their emotional neediness, but women aren’t much better and asking a woman for friendship in time of need is no more successful than asking for it from a man.

I have no clue. I am only going by what my doctors have told me and what I have been able to find out on my own which has reinforced what the doctors said.

I don’t know much about what the aliment in “Lorenzo’s Oil” was but I don’t recall it having anything to do with pain.

I’m sorry you had bad experiences with mental health people in the past- I certainly wasn’t suggesting “psychonalysis” for you. What I meant by help is a counseler (or someone) to help you train your brain out of that “Why Me” mode and back into “I can do something” mode. Chronic pain frequently leads to chronic depression, and the combination is horrible. If you don’t need a counselor, then by all means don’t go.

If what you need is a friend, but you can’t get out and make friends and can’t see a way out of your situation, then short of help (dealing with that awful lonely feeling) I guess you just need to hang in there and hope for the best. I’ll be thinking of you and hoping things improve. My advice was meant to help, but it sounds like it just frustrated you. Good luck.
Zette

<sigh>

This is the reason I started seeing a counselor. There are only two differences:

  1. All four of my grandparents are still alive, and they seem to be the only people who give a shit about me. I love them to death and spend as much time as I can with them, but they’re not people I can go to the fair with or go shopping with or go to the movies with or go out to dinner with.

  2. Change “physical” in the 2nd sentence to “mental”.

Your phsical disability is no different from my mental disability. Unfortunately, your phsical disability is, I believe, causing a mental disability.

Go see a counselor, get on Zoloft or Paxil or something for a while, and see what happens.

Mental health and physical health are far more closely tied together than most people think, Wanderer. The folks here who suggest counseling are on the right track.

Chronic physical pain is very frustrating, and affects the way we think. It puts us in a crappy mood. When the pain doesn’t go away, neither does the bad mood.

Chronic bad moods cause the brain to function differently. It starts to produce chemicals that keep those bad moods coming on, instead of the chemicals that encourage the good moods.

Therapy, and possibly medication, can help you to feel better, thus making your physical situation more manageable.

I’m sorry that you’ve had bad luck with therapists in the past, but there are people out there who can help, without trying to manipulate you. They will help you to regain a sense of control over your own life. Once that happens, and your mood starts to improve, friends will start crawling out of the woodwork.

Wanderer, are you working at the moment? Are there no folks in the office you might be able to develop a friendship with?

For that matter, do I recall correctly that you moved to the Ft Lauderdale area? It isn’t right next door, but it is in my area. Send me an email, if you’s like. I am relatively new to the area, too, and I am always open for the opportunity to bore someone else with my opinions on everything real or imagined.

Spiritus: You know what? I take back all that shit I said about you. You’re allright.

Wanderer:

Ugh. Regarding Christianity and life philosophy, I don’t have much to offer you. My version is more of a burden than a help and wouldn’t do you much good right now. But if you strip away all the bullshitizing and fluff it basically boils down to what filthy said. We’re all going down at some point, but you get style points if you go down swinging.

That’s it for the headshrinking. Looks to me like your head is screwed on pretty straight anyway, so let’s move on to the physical side. Since it appears that your ailment is one of those head scratchers where the doctors give you pain pills and hope you go away, may I offer a couple bits of possibly useful advice?

  1. You might consider seeing a chiropracter. One possible source of trouble might be pinched nerves in your lower back. A medic will tell you that is bullshit, but I’ve tried it and I’ll tell you different. For example, a common symptom of sleeping on your stomach or football injuries is ‘shooters’ or tingling pains in your fingers in middle age from years of pinched nerves in your neck. You may be experiencing something similar from pinched nerves in your lower back. A chiropracter was very helpful to me after my flying W excursion over the handlebars a few years back. It’s worth trying before going under the knife or spending the rest of your life on heavy drugs. And while it is a few bucks, it’s far cheaper than even the least expensive conventional treatment and many insurance plans will pay for it. Be aware you may run into a snake oil salesman who, while a certified chiropracter, might try to tell you he can cure your dandruff, make you better looking, etc. Chiropractic is good for aligning bones, taking pressure off nerves, and restoring range of motion, that’s it. It won’t make your dick bigger (damn!). But there can be secondary health benefits stemming from removal of chronic pain and improved mobility. Look for someone who is a graduate of Palmer Chiropractic College, the original and still the best.
  2. I gather from your remarks that you already are playing them close to the gravy stains about your condition. But just in case, don’t tell your health insurance company the truth if it should come up. They will deny coverage, drop you like last week’s newspaper, and then sell tickets to watch you die. Lie your ass off and say it just started, it’s a fucking mystery, etc, etc. Work it baby, work it.
  3. Wild ass theory alert. Do not get excited about this as it is probably 100% pure bullshit. However.

Some background; one way your immune system develops is, killer T cells which are programmed to eat almost anything are grown in the thyroid gland. A killer cell goes off when it recognizes the tag protein it is programmed for when presented in conjunction with the right cellular chemical signals. The thyroid sends all killer T cells to school by exposing them to all of the proteins they would normally see in your body. Any killer cell that attacks a human protein is itself killed so it won’t damage you. The rest are released into the bloodstream. Something like 999 of 1000 T cells never make it out of the thyroid, but the ones that do are extremely bad little ninja dudes. Further development takes place if other related B cells run into a new pathogen in the bloodstream such as an invading microbe. Bits of the pathogen are carried to the thyroid to be added to the curriculum. Special killer T cells develop to recognize that specific invader. If you lived then they won, and a small reserve of these specialized T cells still circulate for the rest of your life as rapid response shock troops. This reserve might be as few as a couple dozen cells floating around. So the thyroid does two kinds of filtering; one to protect your body, and one to prepare for known invaders. The thyroid is where your body separates ‘self’ from ‘not self’. That’s why it is not good to over protect kids from dirt. That time of life is by far the best chance to develop a strong immune system by being exposed to pathogens. That’s also how immunization works; by giving your immune system an early look at invading protein markers.

Your blood is normally never directly exposed to nerve tissue. Nerve proteins are not among the human proteins in your thyroid school. Your brain and spinal cord actually have a separate, much more primitive immune system behind the blood/brain barrier. One current theory about the cause of multiple sclerosis is a viral infection that destroys the fatty myalin sheath around a major nerve. The myalin sheath acts and looks very much like insulation on a wire, greatly speeding up rate and magnitude of nerve transmission. It also is part of the protection of your nerves against your blood. Once the sheath is removed, bits of exposed nerve and sheath proteins look like invaders to your bloodstream. The theory is, bits of nerve proteins are taken to the thyroid along with the viral invaders and your immune system gets programmed against your own nerves. It won’t happen unless there is an infection or other similar immune system threat at the same time. And even then it usually doesn’t happen.

So the exposed nerve is killed and scarring covers the stump. If it’s a peripheral (limb) nerve and the damage isn’t too great it will probably grow back. After the initial episode you might go many years without problems. But unkown causes possibly including infection or injury such as a bad bruise can expose your nerve tissue to blood again. The second and all subsequent reactions from your immune system are much more severe since it is already programmed to attack those specific invaders. The shock troops wake up, go to war, and place a rush order for an additional 100,000,000 backup troops. An example is dengue fever, where the first time you get real sick and the second time you die mostly from massive over reaction of your immune system.

So what the fuck does this have to do with your feet? I’m thinking of your badly broken leg years ago. That would certainly would have exposed much nerve tissue to your blood. Did it also get infected or get a bunch of dirt in it? You might be a fluke who mounted an immune response. No offense, some of my best friends are flukes. I’m no medic and this is a far fetched theory. I dreamed it up from general knowledge and have never read anything like it in any science journal. I’m probably so full of shit my eyes are brown. But if a chiropracter doesn’t do you any good, you might see an MS specialist and run this past him. New and effective drugs have been developed to treat MS. One of them might help you. Who knows, it might even be MS. It sounds like you’re within the typical age range to develop it and they still haven’t nailed the cause for sure. One clue is, I understand that heat makes symptoms more likely and severe. If you notice any correlation to hot weather or exertion (Florida, sorry) that might be something to mention. A later stage symptom is areas of numbness on the skin followed by localized paralysis that comes and goes. Since there is no outside infection or solid symptoms in early stages, it is reasonable to suspect that a GP might not recognize what he’s looking at. Odds are they verified no infection or knife handle sticking out and now are thinking to themselves that you’re a nut case. A specialist might at least be able to tell you for sure.

I know all this shit because a friend of mine has MS so I studied up. You could do a web search on MS and start studying yourself. Look to the hard core journals like the New England Journal of Medicine [http://www.nejm.org/content/index.asp] or Science Magazine [http://www.sciencemag.org/] for the juicy stuff. Look at the bibliography at the end of any applicable article for more leads. You’ll have to go to a major city or university library to get textbooks, but you can save a bunch of time on your feet by searching through their on line card catalogs and checking availability before you go. Try searching Scientific American [http://www.sciam.com/] or New Scientist [http://www.newscientist.com/] for solid reporting that is more in plain english. Read read read, and make a list of questions for the medic. Make a hobby out of annoying him with obscure tangential questions and then tracking down the leads he gives you. If you get so disabled that you have to stop working, fill those idle hours with classes in anatomy and physiology. Don’t take ‘Gee, we don’t know Mr Wanderer, bye bye now’ for a fucking answer. That’s what they’ll hand you if you take it because every medic in the world is very busy. They have no incentive to burn a bunch of unbillable hours doing research on your case. You’re the only one with a vested interest (besides your fellow Pitizens, of course). Chances are somebody somewhere knows and you haven’t met him yet. Besides, it’s a hobby, right? And you’ll meet people. My cousin married a nurse he met in the hospital so never stop flirting either.

That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it. If any of this pans out you have to hike over here and deliver an official Sherlock Holmes merit badge. I need something to patch these jeans with. Even nothing works and you hurt worse than ever DON’T FUCKING GIVE UP! We’re only 100 years away from eternal youth and immortality, tops. Assuming we don’t nuke ourselves to vapor in the meantime. There are more scientists working right now than the total sum ever born throughout history and they’ve just now picked the lock. They’ve got all of history to build on and ever more sophistocated tools to work with. And believe me, the R&D money is there. If you come up dry now, odds are in five years some wiz kid will discover just the magic sauce for you. You could have another century or two of healthy boozing and skirt chasing to look forward to. If you hang on long enough you might live forever. That’s my plan anyway. With a little luck I’ll see you for the big Y3K crisis.

Now snap out of it! Get out there and tear it up even if you have to drag yourself with your lips!

Wanderer–

You are suffering from clinical depression.

Your feelings of “helplessness and hopelessness” have absolutely nothing to do with your situation. That is the depression talking.

You may not see what a mental health professional could do for you, but that is probably because of two things:

  1. You do not realize that you are clinically depressed.

  2. You do not understand how modern-day psychiatrists and psychologists treat depression.

Things have changed a LOT since you were a kid. SSRIs are truly wonder drugs. The introduction of the SSRIs (Paxil, Prozac, Zoloft) were largely responsible for major changes in the way depression is diagnosed and treated. “Talk therapy” is not always part of treatment.

The key is to find the right shrink for you. There are plenty of excellent psychiatrists out there who, for one reason or another, just aren’t right for you. A lot of times, when a child is sent to a shrink, that child has no choice in which shrink he or she chooses. (I’ll omit the long explanation of the societal factors that lead to this problem.) The kid may be sent to the shrink who is the worst possible “fit” for him or her. Maybe that is what happened to you when you were a child.

Well, you are no longer a child. If you go see a shrink, and you don’t like him or her FOR ANY REASON, you can leave. Finding the right shrink might take a few tries. (Or it may not!)

You may wonder why I am so sure that you have clinical depression. Well, you exhibit all the classic signs and symptoms. You could be the poster boy for depression! Remember–clinical depression and being in a depressed mood are two different things.

There are a number of self-tests that you can find online that might be helpful to you. When I thought that I might be depressed, I found several of those tests and took them. On all of them, I scored in the “quite likely to be depressed–get thee to a shrink” range. Sure 'nuff, the shrink diagnosed me with depression.
Good luck, and keep us posted.

Bean

p.s. did you start swimming?

Ok, Wanderer, I came out of lurk mode just to write this, so I hope to hell you read it. The posters above are right–you do sound depressed and you could benefit mightily from seeing a professional. Since I am nervous about posting here (in the pit of all places! Ack!), I will give you some of my credentials (also recognizable as an attempt to shore up my courage to post this): I suffered from chronic back pain for two years before I had two surgeries, I am a psychologist meself, and I specialize in working with folks with medical problems (these days, spinal cord injuries).

So here’s the advice:

  1. See a psychologist, not a psychiatrist. In my totally biased opinion, psychiatrist push pills, but are not trained to do therapy. OTOH, a specific anti-depressant (elavil) is often used with good results for neuropathic pain. You might want to check out trying that in conjuction with the neurontin you are taking. It also helps with sleep. Handy little pill, eh? Unfortunately, it not as effective against depression as the SSRIs (paxil, celexa, zoloft, etc).
  2. Specifically, see a psychologist who specializes in pain management. This is very important. As you pointed out, talking about your childhood is not the issue here. A pain psychologist can help you with pain management strategies, figuring out how to decrease your emotional reaction to the pain, and address depressive symptoms. To find one, call a pain management clinic. They will either have one on staff or have a referral for you. If you don’t like him/her, try another. See the excellent post from Green Bean on this.
  3. Ok, if you are stubborn :slight_smile: about seeing someone, try some reading on your own. I highly recommend Reynolds Price’s A Whole New Life, which is his account of learning to live with horrible pain and disability due to a spinal cord tumor. Plus, he is a fantastic writer–I would recommend his fiction, but that is another thread. Managing Pain Before It Manages You by Margaret Caudill is also very, very good. It is a workbook with the focus of “that pain ain’t going away, so whatcha gonna do now?”

Really, all the best to you, Wanderer. You have a tough road here, especially since you just moved (me, too, BTW). Please keep talking. It helps.

Note to everyone else: please don’t hurt me :slight_smile: