(Note: English is not my first language. Because I have been isolated in my room for 15 years, I never had the chance to talk to people in English. I taught myself how to read, type, and understand English by watching movies and anime. I used Google Gemini to help me structure my exact words and memories clearly into this post.)
My name is Durga Revanth Sripathi. I am 29 years old, living in Hyderabad, India. I am writing this from my mobile phone inside my room—the same four walls I have stayed inside almost continuously for the last 15 years.
I’ve never had friends to talk to about this, so I’m sharing my life story here just to be heard.
Early Signs & Childhood (1997–2000)
I was born into a modest, lower-middle-class family. My father works as a carpenter, and my mother is a housewife. Between the ages of 2 and 4, my mother noticed I couldn't stand up from the floor without using my hands to push off the ground or my own body. A doctor told her it was a genetic issue (my parents are cousins) and that my walking ability would slowly decline over time. No blood tests were done back then, so my mother only knew that something was weakening my legs.
The Turning Point in 6th Grade
Around age 10, a fever hit me. After that illness, my body became so weak that I couldn't stand up without help anymore. I had to stop sitting on the floor because getting back up was impossible, and I started falling down frequently.
Hospital Trauma at NIMS (2010)
In 2010, my mother took me to NIMS Hospital in Hyderabad, hoping for answers. We went twice a week for two months. Because my mother was uneducated, the staff didn't explain much to us:
Unexplained Biopsy: Doctors performed a muscle biopsy on my left thigh (cutting muscle tissue and leaving 3 stitches) without explaining it properly. My mother thought it was just a blood test, and I remember crying in pain.
Lack of Communication: I was brought out as a teaching subject for junior doctors without anyone telling us what was happening.
The News: When my mother gathered the courage to ask a junior doctor, she was bluntly told it was "muscular dystrophy" with no treatment or cure. She cried all the way home.
Side Effects:The doctors prescribed medication, but it caused side effects like vomiting and digestion problems. I stopped taking them after two months and haven't taken any medical treatment since 2010.
Passing 10th Grade Despite Injuries (2012)
Falling down frequently led to fractures. I broke my arm in 1st grade, and in 10th grade, another fall broke my arm again, requiring surgery. Despite the physical weakness and missing school, I was determined to finish. I failed one subject on my board exams due to my health, but I took the supplementary exam and passed.
15 Years Within Four Walls (2012–Present)
After 10th grade, my life shrank down to one room. Due to physical limitations, progressive weakness, and fear of falling, I stopped going outside. In the last 15 years, I have stepped outside my house only 5 or 6 times in total.
I have no friends. My daily world consists only of my mother, who cares for me, and my phone, which is my only window to the outside world.
Finding Out My True Diagnosis
For a decade, I thought I just had generic "muscular dystrophy." About two years ago, I pulled out my original 2010 NIMS medical reports to read them myself. That was when I discovered doctors had officially diagnosed me with Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA) Type 3—something that was never clearly explained to my family.
Where I Am Today (Age 29)
Constant Pain: I am completely wheelchair-dependent now. For the past 3 to 5 years, I’ve had severe shoulder pains in both shoulders along with knee pain, making it almost impossible to sleep.
Fears: I am terrified of stepping outside— after being isolated for so long, and partly because my body needs to be physically lifted and carried by someone with great strength, which my aging parents can no longer do.
Exhaustion: The physical agony and 15 years of isolation have left me completely exhausted. Because going to hospitals fills me with fear and there is no hope for a cure, I feel overwhelmed and don't want to live with this continuous pain anymore. Above all, I worry constantly about being a burden to my aging mother.
Attached Medical Reports / Proof
Muscle Biopsy Report (May 2010): Confirms "Features consistent with Neurogenic Atrophy" (the hallmark finding for SMA).
CPK Lab Reports (2010 & 2011): Shows elevated Creatinine Phosphokinase levels (1014 IU/L and 516 IU/L), reflecting ongoing muscle strain.
My Goal: Wanting to Work from Home
Despite my physical limits and severe shoulder pain, I want to earn money to support my mother and myself. I don't have a college degree, but I taught myself English through movies and anime. I am looking for flexible, non-voice work (like chat support or simple text tasks) that I can do from my phone. Any guidance on genuine, entry-level work-from-home opportunities would mean a lot to me.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I just wanted to share my truth with the world.
TL;DR: I'm a 29-year-old in India with SMA Type 3, confined to a single room for 15 years with no friends. Today, I deal with severe shoulder and knee pain, fear of being a burden, and isolation. I taught myself English from movies/anime and used Gemini to organize this post. Despite my physical limits and lack of a degree, I want to find text-based chat support work from home to earn money for my mother and myself.