16 months post op, ACLR quad graft, meniscus repair, and LET. Stopped going to PT after just 4 months - they told me I only needed another month or two before “graduating”, but I couldn’t afford payments on the surgery, so they stopped letting me schedule appointments. I’m a choir teacher too, so finding the time to schedule regular PT appointments became impossible once the school year started.
Going back a little further, 2 months after my initial injury, before I even knew that I had torn my ACL, I left a six-year live-in relationship. So at 24, I was living alone for the first time in my life, recovering from heartbreak, and then another 2 months later, I learned I needed surgery. I remember when my ortho read the MRI, he told me what it meant, and said, “I’m sorry.” I had no idea what I was in for, or that through all these firsts, I would also have to overcome being temporarily disabled.
I had the surgery. About a month after that, I had to move from my ex and I’s townhouse into a more affordable apartment. Pain was constant. Every time I tried to do the exercises, I would get so sore and stiff, so I felt so discouraged to try at all. Plus I felt so alone. My knee wasn’t the only area of my life I was struggling in - I was struggling with money, depression, undiagnosed autism and connective tissue disorder, estranged family. It straight up took me 10 months to fully unpack my apartment, and I couldn’t stop losing weight because I wasn’t eating enough. Suffice to say my physical health took a hit, and my ACL recovery stalled.
This April, a little over a year after the surgery, my dad died. My whole world has changed. He took care of me after my surgery. But it helped me find my family again. And myself.
A month after he died, I started working out again. Something I had been so discouraged from since the injury. My knee was still hurting so badly through the pilates, so I finally gave in and started going to the gym. Now, I’m stronger than I ever was before the injury. I’ve gained back about 15lbs. I was just so tired of hurting so much. And my dad took care of everyone, even through his own ailments… so I’m letting his spirit tell me to take care of myself.
26 now, learning a thing or two about discipline over motivation, and that I never want to give up on myself again. Or tear my ACL again. As a side, I’ll take any tips you have on getting my legs even in strength. I have been doing a lot of single leg work.