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A triple rollover on south 5 downtown San Diego landed me in a chronic pain group.
Mostly spinal injuries from accidents, I was shocked , these were my peers.
My chronic pain therapist, a PhD pain psychologist told me, it is like you entered a third world country.
Doctors, surgeries, physical therapy, therapists, work comp and pain become your waking companions.
No one understands your limitations, unless you have a cane or walker, pain is invisible.
Living with a serious chronic pain person is not easy.
14 of the 15 mates in that chronic pain group left their spouses, divorced.
You end up by yourself, hurting, alone, confused with severe depression.
15 out of 15 said, I just want to be like I was before the accident. That thought will bring you suffering forever, we were never going to be like we were.
Chronic pain takes much more of a toll than others realize.
Took me a few years to compress my chronic pain and get some of my life back.
Now I hike five days a week, 4 miles uphill 60 stories briskly.
It takes time and effort to learn how to adjust and adapt.
Conclusion: No one could see my pain, my suffering.
If I needed others to understand or give me sympathy, suffering would never leave me.
I learned to keep my pain limitations to myself.
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PTSD - A Way Out.com 