Another late poster, but I just wanted to offer my support and encouragement.
I was always a very physically healthy kid - healthier than most, despite my family history, which is enough to make any genetic counselor or endocrinologist openly weep.
My problems during childhood were related to pretty intense ADHD and Asperger’s Syndrome - a disorder my very small, rural school was not aware of, much less prepared to handle, and my parents were in denial that their youngest, most beloved genius child could be autistic. Thus I was not diagnosed until my senior year of high school. Dealing with these problems during my early years of riding (I started at 16) didn’t make riding more physically difficult, but it made learning about riding more difficult, and it certainly made social situations and barn drama a nightmare, to the point where there were days I just couldn’t go out there.
After some rough times the first couple years of college, I finally figured out what it means to be a responsible adult and I was doing really well. Then, my sophomore year I was diagnosed with Dysautonomia, which brings with it a host of problems related to a dysfunctional autonomic nervous sytem, but I managed okay, all things considered, until Thanksgiving time last year when I was hit hard with a gastrointestinal illness that, after six months of testing and procedures and elimination diets, they could only diagnose as IBS.
During the summer I started doing a lot better and was finally getting back to the old healthy me, and then the fall happened. Now I’m a 22 year old with a traumatic brain injury, chronic spinal and hip problems, IBS, Dysautonomia, and Asperger’s Syndrome.
I’m more fortunate than most - I do well in school with disability accommodations, I’ve learned enough social skills to function in society (most are completely unaware of my Asperger’s), and physically I can control IBS and Dysautonomia symptoms and deal with the spine problems enough to ride several times per week in addition to training for my other passion - marathons and triathlons. Does this mean that I don’t experience severe and at times debilitating pain? Absolutely not. I figure I just have a higher tolerance than others. I’ve killed my stomach, liver and kidneys with NSAID, narcotic, and muscle relaxer use and a very high sodium diet to keep blood pressure up. There are days that, despite the drugs, I can’t get out of bed. I constantly deal with people who don’t understand how I can have an IQ of 150 and still be cognitively disabled. I say the word “autism” and they think I’m either lying or that it clearly doesn’t bother me at all, since I seem to be so normal.
Is it a rough life? Yup. But oh well. What can I do about it? I could choose to sit around and wallow in misery at my misfortune, but that seems foolish. There are so many others who are so much more unfortunate than I am. I still have the ability to work and to improve. With the help of my physical therapist, I get stronger and fitter every day. The fitter and stronger I am, the more I find that my IBS and Dysautonomia stay under control. I have a great speech therapist who helps me with school and work strategies, and I have a great family and a group of amazing friends who understand how much of a disaster my life can really be. They help me and encourage me and cheer me on when I don’t think I can go any further.
The secret to life? Find strength in pain. Find hope in adversity. Find peace in tribulation. Faith, hope, and love are the greatest of all God’s gifts. Love someone or something unconditionally. This is the greatest medicine.
Others have said to watch for depression. I agree wholeheartedly. If you find it’s all too much, try medication. It can really help you cope. Stay active as much as you can, take care of yourself with good nutrition and time for yourself, and just keep up hope that there is a light at the end and we will all get there someday.
Godspeed my friend. I hope that you are recovering from your surgery well, and may time continue to bring you healing.