lashley
12-24-2009, 04:54 AM
I had my first "bladder infection" when i was 14. I'm 22 years old now...and was finally diagnosed this week. 8 years ago was my first sign of symptoms ever...and i can remember the exact day and the exact pain so clearly. I ran a mile that day...in that pain...because my teacher thought i was making up an excuse to get out of p.e. i feel like that mile lasted the entire 8 years...because i feel like that's exactly how i've been treated up until now. So, needless to say...the depression and anxiety...insomnia...side effects...have been pretty intense. after having these reoccurring infections for two years my mom finally found me a urologist. i've been treated for urinary tract infections...with antibiotics for the past 6 years. I went to the most recommended dr. in my city...i was so young at the time and didn't feel comfortable seeing a male dr....and this urologist was female. we didn't realize that was a rare trait in urologists....and the reason why she came so highly recommended. she basically gave me the run-around for 6 years straight. when i went to college 3.5 years ago...she decided to tack on a guilt trip on top of her run around routine. apparently i just wasn't doing enough to help my "condition"....the condition she had yet to find a diagnosis for. basically....she was taking out her frustration with my urinary problems on...me. anyway....tons of antibiotics and 3 years later led me to about 3 months ago...when i dropped her sorry butt and switched doctors. my new doctor ran more tests on me in the past month than she did in 6 years. Come to find out the answer was there the whole time. Psychologically...this has been just as traumatizing as the physical aspect of it. It's a big shock that i've gone through this for so long because of an ignorant doctor. As if the physical pain wasn't enough....i got mental and emotional b.s. to go along with it. I've been told i was lazy, a hypochondriac, clinically depressed, you name it....i've basically grown up hearing these things bc of this stupid disease....and was believing it was all true. I almost failed out of college because of this....really thinking i was lazy...or i must've just been making up an excuse bc i really just couldn't handle college life. seriously....now i feel like the physical pain...is cake compared to this. I'm in no physical pain right now....my doctor is amazing....i'm so happy to have finally found him....but for the last few days...i've cried more over finding all this out...than i think i've ever cried about anything related to this since i was 14. i can handle pain...i'm a freaking pro at that now....
how on earth do i get past this so i can just enjoy how thankful i am to find out there is a name for what's been happening all this time?? i feel like i lost a huge part of growing up....i just turned 22 last month...and i feel at least 20 years older. Somehow....i've managed to have great relationships...i have a wonderful boyfriend who has picked me up and carried me to the car to bring me to the hospital while i've thrashed all over the place in pain like a maniac...and he's never once complained...i can tell it hasn't changed the way he sees me at all. I have 3 best friends that i've had my entire life...since i was 5....one of which is my roomate for the last 3 years...and has also rushed me to the ER the night before a final and had to use my hospital excuse to reschedule. all of those ppl have seen me that way...and i've even treated them really badly bc of the pain i was physically going through daily. I told myself so many times i was a bad person for putting them through that and that i needed to stop doing this to them...bc what if i was really making it all up......and i really wasn't? i just need help....i still have so much hope and confidence in my future...but i've been very very sad lately feeling sorry for myself...i guess bc i never have before about this....and it's like 8 years of answers for the one thing thats made me most miserable....all at once. i'm so afraid...
how on earth do i get past this so i can just enjoy how thankful i am to find out there is a name for what's been happening all this time?? i feel like i lost a huge part of growing up....i just turned 22 last month...and i feel at least 20 years older. Somehow....i've managed to have great relationships...i have a wonderful boyfriend who has picked me up and carried me to the car to bring me to the hospital while i've thrashed all over the place in pain like a maniac...and he's never once complained...i can tell it hasn't changed the way he sees me at all. I have 3 best friends that i've had my entire life...since i was 5....one of which is my roomate for the last 3 years...and has also rushed me to the ER the night before a final and had to use my hospital excuse to reschedule. all of those ppl have seen me that way...and i've even treated them really badly bc of the pain i was physically going through daily. I told myself so many times i was a bad person for putting them through that and that i needed to stop doing this to them...bc what if i was really making it all up......and i really wasn't? i just need help....i still have so much hope and confidence in my future...but i've been very very sad lately feeling sorry for myself...i guess bc i never have before about this....and it's like 8 years of answers for the one thing thats made me most miserable....all at once. i'm so afraid...