A year and a half ago, at 24, I started my new life with ATN. since then, I have quit a job I love and moved back in with my parents, 140 miles from my old home. Socially, between the move and the side effects of Chronic pain I have lost touch with a lot of friends. For the most part, if we see each other we are happy to talk, but there is more distance than there used to be. The few friends I have burdened with my crying/screaming mental breakdowns are either much closer to me, or we don't talk anymore.
I am working on making new friends locally, and that too is a struggle. I am artistic, I like to be a little unusual, and I was looking for a way to make something "good" out of my ATN, so, I started painting my face where it hurts. Luckily I don't have any touch triggers, so it doesn't hurt me worse. I find it fun, and I found out it really changes how people treat me when they know what the paint means. If I show up to a game night, or a party and I have blue swirls or what ever across my cheek from my chin to my ear, my friends know that it is probably a pretty bad day and they treat me with more patience and kindness. Some people even come up and give me hugs with out my having to say a word. Which some days is all I want, but because this is invisible we don't get that kind of support. So I had to make it visible. If you would like to see my face paintings, I post them up on a blog at maskingthepain.com. I know MANY of us can't touch things too our skin, so face paint sounds like a really bad idea, but maybe there is some other way to signal our friends and family about a bad day, like wearing a pin or flashing a hand signal. It may or may not help, but it might be worth a try.
I often tire of explaining it, even to doctors and nurses, but I have found that it helps when I can take the time to explain. I tend to shock people into seeing how bad it is by telling them my my nightly routine before I was diagnosed. It goes something like, "At 11pm I would take 4 Ibprophine, 2 Vicodin and try to sleep. I usually got 3-5 hours and then I would wake to the sound of my own screaming, I almost never fell back to sleep after that." Like Suzi's description of her pain, this story usually freaks people out enough that they don't tell me to "suck it up" "shake it off" or "get over it." Some times Shock and Awe is the best possible way of dealing with people.
I am doing decently with a small circle of good friends, but I mostly worry about romantic relationships. How many Guys in their 20's or early 30's want to deal with a girl who is in pain most the time? So far...none. Even if a guy seems interested I feel guilty if I don't warn him about my bad days, and it is heavy stuff to talk about on a first date, but if I don't I inevitably bite into something hot and start gasping and tearing up and it all spills out anyway. Like it has been said above, TN is SUCH a big part of my life and how I do things now, it isn't something I can really hide or ignore.
Well, thanks for letting me ramble on here. It is so nice to see thoughts I have thought, written by others who get it. Not that I would wish any of this on you all, but since we are in the same boat at least we can share each others pain and frustration and reach out for support!
Hang in there!