I’ve been realizing recently that I should probably get back into therapy. It will be a while before I have money or time for this, so in the meantime, I was looking for a support group online. I browsed a few sites, and nothing felt right. Then I realized there must be a mental health forum in the vastness of DU. I know this isn’t a substitute for therapy, but I thought it might be a good place to talk and get feedback while I figure out the best way to take care of myself.
Here’s me deal: About 7 years ago, I was in a terrible car accident and I’m just not over it. I know it can’t all be about the accident. There must be something else in me that needs healing and I’ve attached it to the accident. But I can’t seem to disentangle it. I just feel like ever since the accident, I’ve just been falling.
About 8 years ago, my husband (who was my boyfriend at the time) and I decided we wanted to have a baby and get married. So we started working on both. I got pregnant before the wedding, which was fine with us. But the day before our wedding, I was in a bad car accident. I lost the baby, and had some life-changing injuries.
It’s all kind of been whirlwind from there. I look at my life and in a way I can’t even figure out how I got here, and how certain things have gotten so bad. We decided to get married in the hospital. Our honeymoon was in a rehabilitation center where I was learning how to be in a wheelchair. Then we moved in with his parents because we had a 3rd floor walk-up in Brooklyn that wasn’t suitable for me. Also, my husband needed help caring for me. I became depressed, but I did work hard on my recovery, and have been really lucky. We were back in Brooklyn in just a few months. In addition to physical therapy, I saw a therapist for PTSD, for about a year.
I went off pain meds right away and got pregnant again as soon as possible. I know it was really rough on my body to be growing a baby and recovering from spinal injuries and pelvic fractures at the same time. But during my pregnancy, I actually stopped using a cane and started walking unassisted.
My son is 6 now.
I’m in pain all the time. I have gotten very fat. I am intensely ashamed of the weight I’ve gained and always want people to understand how my injuries impacted my mobility and contributed to my weight gain so they won’t think it’s my fault. That alone is mentally exhausting.
I think about the accident a lot. I talk about it a lot. It’s become important to my identity in a way that probably isn’t very healthy. I think part of the reason is that I am trying to go back to that time and do what I failed to do then, to be still and grieve and heal. I just kept pushing everything forward. I was determined to get married on my schedule. I was determined to walk again. I was determined to have my baby. That sounds great, right? Really strong. But I think I missed something.
I know I’m lucky and so many people suffer so much worse. I feel like a big whiner. I also feel like I am exploiting my own victim-hood. Like, maybe I like identifying with this car accident because it’s a great excuse for me to be fucked up. I feel really guilty.
None of this shit is good for me or my family. I’ve got to take care of it.
My husband is out of work right now, so I can’t add an expense until he finds something. Plus, I work full time and have a 6-year-old. It’s hard for me to make time for myself. But I will need to find a solution and get help, because I’m not getting better just carrying on like this.
So that’s my story. Since I do spend time in the evenings online, I think I’ll hang out in here for a while.
Thanks.