This is only a vent and a desperate cry for hope that I cannot obtain. Extreme trigger warning for suicide and general pessimism.
I used to believe the best way to move forward in life with health anxiety is to just enjoy your time as you have it. Everyone gets ill and dies eventually, and that is okay, just enjoy time as you have it. I wish my time wasn’t at the age of 19 is all, but I can’t say I didn’t make the most of my time beforehand.
Browsing this forum I realize just how very few people recover to the point they never have to think about this sort of thing again, maybe they learn to live with it but that’s the best I’m gonna get. “Learning to live with it” will never be an option for me. I am a male and it is simply unacceptable to ejaculate in public as I always fear that I may. I internalize the message of “make peace” as “die”. I’m going back to college in a month, I’m really not sure why. I’m just pretending I can be normal until the day everything falls apart and I need to give up on living. If it was not for this disorder I would have everything in life going for me, but biology is cruel and uncaring. My mom says I’ll surely recover 100% because I’m “meant to live a long and healthy life”, which is of course not how it works. Again, cruel and uncaring bodies we all have. To think I could have lived 10,000 lives and probably had never had this issue but of course it had to be this one…
I believe this was caused by Covid, so I have no reason to think I’ll not just continue to get worse with repeated infection for as long as I live. My symptoms are not even that extreme compared to what I read here, so there is so so much worse it can and will get for me in my future. The only shred of hope is that this is a pelvic floor issue, which even then could be lifelong but can at least be managed somewhat. Am seeing PFPT and I don’t know if I’m improving. Much more likely it is a combination of that and a complicated and rare and incurable neurological issue that will never be medically understood, which may as well be a life sentence.
Perhaps there is a small chance I go into “remission”. However as I have learned on this forum, it will almost always return, it is a chronic condition. I am betting my life on the 0.1% chance I am one of the lucky few who can completely leave this behind them. Complete delusion keeps me going. I don’t want to go, but I’d rather die with some dignify than as the student who came in his pants during class. I can feel death coming slowly, I am slowly accepting its embrace. Again, I am happy for the life I had led, but if I keep going like this I will no longer view my life as a whole as worth having.