Warped Sense of Humor… you betcha…

This week has been a struggle… What I had always contributed to menopause at the age of 25, was actually my neuropathy… I have been reviewing those memories I have, looking for the first clue that I had this illness… I think it was about the age of 17, right after the last time my father knocked me upside the skull and I slide for 10 feet or so on carpet on my knees…

It wasn’t too long after that blow… I went to suicide cliff on Okinawa, where we lived, and I went with a boyfriend… what happened while we were there I always thought was a heat stroke… but I was way off the mark… self-diagnosis…never a good idea… No what happened that day has happened numerous times over the years… all related to the neuropathy disease…

Not only have I been sensitive to heat during flare ups… but I fight constantly to maintain posture and keep my neck aligned… all because 2 adults thought I should be their punching bag… christians… will never get it… just one of those things in life, I will never understand…

Anyway… because my body received so much trauma and I never recieved medical care… the way I understand it… the nerves and muscles etc… quit communicating with each other and they do their own thing… 

Along with those symptoms comes the reason for this complaint… because I swear no GYN doctor ever told me hot flash’s could last a life time… and that is exactly what I thought was happening for the last 40 years… after the hysterectomy… but nope… it was the neuropathy disease…

Do you have any clue how relieved I am that it’s not menopause… the neuropathy disease I can deal with… but driving down the road with my head hanging out the window because of hot flash’s was becoming a reality…. I just didn’t understand that the hot flash’s do not last like the neuropathy warmness does… which can be hours instead of minutes…. so this old puppy dog will use the AC instead…

It still blows my ass out of the water that 6 weeks after I had my 2nd child I was at basic training… not knowing about the neuropathy or TBI or PTSD… the journey that follows is full of intrigue, rape, attempted murder, assault, theft and more…. Vance AFB, a place I will never forget, Enid, Oklahoma… where my life changed and I have been looking back ever since….

 

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TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...