mthaxter
Every since I can remember I was always chubby. I was and i still am very use to not being able to do very much. Not too long ago my girlfriend and I went to my father's home and my sister and her husband were visiting from out of town. They decided to put on an old video of my sister and I around the ages 13 and 14. We had gone on a trip to a carnival. I didn't realize how bad I looked. Not just the weight but being I have Blunt's disease http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/001584.htm the wobbling didn't make for a better shoot. My sister looked over at me and said, (I didn't realize until just now looking at this that you were in s much pain, I just thought you were trying lazy and never wanted to get on the rides.) My girlfriend is very sensitive to these things as I was that day and she asked that we leave immediately. I guess she just saw what her comment had done to me. I've spent my entire life fighting for respect. No one ever believed me and as a kid it cause lot of other issues. I remember being in class, not being able to study or keep up because the desk was sitting on my stomach, literally. I would come home and complain to my mom about it she would do nothing about it. I figure she thought it was just that, complaining. So for years I learned not to talk about anything to anyone. Sure I had friends, associates but I never told anyone what was really going on. When I turned 16 in high school my leg looked like the center image and the leg on the left of the image. Image . I told my mother I couldn't take it anymore because they hurt as if they were going to break right off. I finally had surgery on my left leg June 16th, 1996 which left one leg str8 and the other still bow, meaning my left leg is about an inch longer than the right. I have never had another surgery. The torture I went through stuck with me and still does today. I was in the hospital for about a day or two and they sent me off to a Rehabilitation Center in Oakland. I was the younget person there and the youngest they have ever had there. At night I would ring the bell to use the restroom and no one would come. I would lay there many nights and cry all alone. I was young and had seen too much. After having the surgery my life was a living he**. I couldn't do anything for myself. My family treated me as if I was a burden and because I couldn't take care of myself during bathroom time, you get the picture. No one wanted to really do that part so I sat there sometimes in my own feces. I decided I would never have another surgery. Now at the age of 26 I weight 400+ and I still have the bow leg. It hurts daily and going to the doctor doesn't help. She has told me that all she can say is to lost weight and that problems will go away or be less prominent, as if I didn't know that myself. I've tried any and everything I can think of but because I can not work it's been horrible. I can't provide for myself and I don't know anyone where I live. - My Story
Ofcourse this is just a very small portion of my life story but I wanted to give you a picture into my world. Thanks for reading.
I wanted to also take some time to thank everyone for the love and support that has been given. It truly has helped me with my struggle. Keep me in your prayers.
