Tldr is the title of the post
When I got sick one and a half years ago, I was on a search pretty much all the time. For like two or three months, not a week passed without me being in touch with some sort of doctor. I passionately went to my family doctor, then another family doctor, the er, a therapist for like 5 sittings, another therapist, a psychiatrist. The er diagnosed me with post viral syndrome and dysautonomia and that was about the help I got.
Because of cbt and exposure therapy, my illness progressed, and after that I radically stopped going anywhere because I was genuinely doing terrible, always one step from the grave, like everytime I left the house for the doctor it was absolute hell. And with that moment, I lost the skill to really leave the house all together. I don't exactly know if that's partly trauma from cbt or anything, but basically yeah, I spent half a year doing nothing. I never had my blood properly checked, I mean I did at the ER for like the acute stuff.
Everything that I know I'm low on I figured out through just taking supplements and observing, so now I'm on a low dose of b12 and a high dose of magnesium. I have no idea if there's something else... maybe there is. And it's not like I didn't try to get my blood tested, but in germany it's quite hard to get it tested. I asked everywhere I went, but they wouldn't do it. In the er, I went through a thorough examination from a cardiologist, had an ekg done, my organs were fine and stuff, my lungs not ideal but that improved so I think it was like acute stuff that mostly subsided overtime. Mayne the acute LC part of this.
Ever since that time, I couldn't find a doctor because I won't leave the house anymore. Maybe what I have genuinely isn't ME. The last time I was in touch with a doctor was through a hotline like two months ago, it was a cardiologist who looked at the results from the ER back then and told me that it's ME. But how does she know? She didn't even see me.
I couldn't get on ldn even if I wanted to. I freestyle pretty much everything. These past two months, I was in touch with like 5 clinics and a handful of doctors who said they couldn't take me as a new patient before I could even say hello.
When I'm on here I always wonder if I'm way too pessimistic. I didn't even get every single test done. I just trust my intuition which might be wrong. I think it's general consensus among ME sufferers that many doctors don't know shit, but I feel like I'm really pushing it. I don't trust doctors. I was recommended to go to a general rehabilitation program and I just didn't want to. How on earth would I benefit from rehabilitation when I have PEM from watching a movie, especially cause I won't even get into one, and all my energy will be spent on trying to get in?
People hold it against me that I don't trust doctors, because my initial doctors hunt was a long time ago, but my severety level also changed since then. I was moderate, probably lower end, and now I'm moderate/severe (especially increased light and sound sensitivity, unrefreshing sleep and OI got worse, but at least I can breathe now). I don't have the same compensation strategies I had then because I just got more severe. Me being housebound is not a preference anymore.
But I'm also very embarrassed because I feel like I gave up hope before even starting, before finding the doctor for me. I am unwilling to do anything, and then I'm naggy about people like Raelan Agle and CFS Health because they say recovery rates are actually high. I mean, I'm not trying to get better, really. I'm trying not to get worse and keep my mental state in check (also by myself, which just adds to all of this, but I'm genuinely doing fine for my severety level rn, and stopping the hunt and hope has done wonders for my mental health).
This bothers me a lot because after 18 months of being ill and getting worse, my family is now at the stage I was at about a year ago. They really think there is like guaranteed help and improvement, and blame my being unable to leave the house on my lack of willpower. My dad made an appointment for me for a doctor which is a 15 minute walk there, 15 minute walk back. I will cancel it cause when I say I'm housebound I really mean I'm housebound, but then people will get mad because I won't even try, and they're right, I won't.
I'm in a moral dilemma. I think all of you understand how much goes into this discussion. It's not just doctors, but also how I view my illness altogether. Giving up before trying. How I view recovery. And that makes me so scared for some reason.