As the title points out, right now I am at a point where I would rather commit suicide then live with TMJ. I have read everything there is to read about tmj, and all I seem to get from any of it is that I am cursed to live the rest of my life in pain, and ultimately become a vegetable.
I am only 22 years old, I have had TMJ since I was 18, though it has never been properly diagnosed as I have never really had insurance, so when I noticed my jaw popping/clicking one day, I looked up the symptoms and I came across TMJ. Unfortunately at the time I did not read too much about it, just a general definition of what it is, and figured "ok, in a few years I will just get surgery to pop it back into place.", oh how terribly wrong I was.
I have always been a stressed person, always been depressed with social anxiety etc, but I never had been able to see anybody about it. So I guess over the years of agonizing about school, girls, friends, getting a job, working, paying bills, etc I must have let the stress get to me more than I should have which probably led to lots of clenching.
So I am trying to figure out how this TMJ happened. I think there were a few contributing factors. One, when I was little my parents were not really too good at parenting, i.e: telling us to clean our rooms, do our homework, etc. but most importantly never really stressed the concept of rushing our teeth twice a day every day. So at the age of 22, my teeth are in horrible condition, so horrible in fact I will probably need dentures by the time I am 30. There are not any missing, but they are brittle and the ones in the back are horribly decayed so I assume that led to my bite changing somewhat.
Two, as mentioned before, high stress in my life.
Three, in 2005 I joined a metal band as a vocalist, and had the tendency to over exert myself vocally, and I would open my mouth too wide and all that.
Four, I have always had a strange tick of making musical sounds with my mouth, clicking my teeth together to make drums noises, all sorts of strange things.
Five, ever since I started using the computer in 2000, my posture has not been too good. For a while there I was akin to Quasimodo, and had a reputation for being a hunch back.
I believe all of these are contributing factors to how my TMJ started.
Now 4 years later, I am sitting here in pain... my eyesight is blurry, and when I look at myself in the mirror I can tell the cheek muscles on the right side of my face are withering away, as my cheekbones never really protruded much. I have always had a high frequency of looking at myself in the mirror, especially as the years went by and I was getting more female attention, so I can tell the difference and it is horribly upsetting. I have been going to the chiropractor regularly since February to help my scoliosis (I think this could be making my TMJ worse) and all I know is the entire right side of my body hurts all over. In conjunction with going to the chiropractor, I have been getting massages from my friend Rachel who is a licensed massage therapist. She told me one day that she had gotten all the knotts out of my back, but when I told her I still had a bad pain in my right shoulder, she was stumped as to what the problem was. But now I know...
I have been working at a Wal Mart Supercenter for almost a year now, as a Stockman/Cart Pusher so I am usually on my feet walking around, doing extensive physical labor for 7 to 8 hours a day. I think this, plus going to the chiropractor, plus I still don't really have my posture correct, is making things worse.
I was feeling ok for awhile, I could tell things were a little different. Stuffiness in my ears was really bothering me, as I love listening to music. In fact one of my favorite things to do was listen to music for hours on end with my headphones. I grew accustomed to a strange way of enjoying music, which was standing up, sort of moving around to the music with headphones on and my eyes closed. That was the best way to do it. Now I cannot do it anymore, because all I can think of is how my face hurts, and the moving around makes me nauseous.
But things weren't that bad. You see, ever since 2005, one of my favorite things to do was smoke weed. When you smoke weed, your senses are heightened, you can feel everything, see things, understand things in a broader sense. Even the goings on of the human body. So I became in tune with the way my body was, and for the longest time, every time I got high, I could tell things were getting worse in my body. Doing it became more of a burden than a pleasure like it once was. I would get high, and afterward I would regret it and lay in my bed in a fetal position just hoping I would fall asleep so I would wake up and be fine.
I can honestly say that I felt fine up until the end of 2008 and things are worse than ever in 2009. In September 2008, I moved out of my apartment and back in with my parents. That was a stressful environment, because my parents would fight hardcore about politics all the time. As the months grew colder, that meant I would have to weigh myself down more with warm clothing at work. In November, 2 of our 3 machines that push carts, called QuikCarts, broke down and were out of commission for almost 2 months. To facilitate this, I ended up pushing myself harder and harder at work, and ever since then my physical well being has been declining and I find myself in pain all the time. The cold air of winter would always cause my face muscles to freeze up which was very painful.
On the night of my birthday, December 6th, 2008 my sister called me and told me that our dad had been cheating on my mom. Since December the 8th, he has been moved out, and that took a huge toll on me and the rest of the family. Seeing mom upset and crying every day, made me upset and just the mere fact that my father had let me down made me very depressed. It led to me getting stressed at work, and I think it might have knocked a screw loose mentally, because I don't feel the same at all anymore and it scares the hell out of me. Its scary when you don't know who you are anymore...
One night in I think January or February I smoked some weed. I was high and by myself in my room. I remember noticing one time while I was high, that if I positioned my jaw a certain way, most of the pain and pressure would disappear. So that night, I had made the mistake of not thinking it through and thought I could find a way to "pop it back into place." Well, I was fiddling around with it, and I put it in a position that felt somewhat normal, but I pushed it too hard and all of a sudden one of the most painful things to ever happen to me occurred, and it felt like I had snapped something in two! There was even a very loud popping noise, and my vision flashed white for a moment. Thinking that I had broken something, I started to feel numb and thought I was dying. My mom called the ambulance, they came over and I described what happened and the paramedic told me that I was having a panic attack, and that what was wrong with me was that I had TMJ (well I knew that!)
I think that night I may have accelerated a few years worth of damage to my jaw, I can barely even open it now without it popping very loudly. Soon after that incident, I noticed the vision in my left eye was sort of off. Eventually it spread to both eyes, and now everything is blurry and hard to see.
But it sucks, because I can remember quite clearly that my eyesight was fine just 5 months ago, and now its all messed up? Jesus...
I have always been a very nostalgic person, I look back fondly on years past because ever year seems to get worse. Like for instance, while I was living 2008, I thought that nothing could get worse. But so far in 2009, everything about my life is plummeting, and I can look back on the good times in 2008 and find myself missing so much about it.
Thats what I hate the most, I can remember vividly when I was normal, when I didn't have this pain... when I could see and hear correctly, and as time goes on, it's being taken away from me and there is nothing that I can do about it. Every time I read up on TMJ, all I ever get from it is: There is no cure, it is only going to get worse, and that I will never be the same again.
I am losing my friends because of this. I try to explain to them what is going on, and they all think I am crazy. They duck me all the time, they never want to hang out with me. I would smoke weed with one of my friends whom I have known since the 7th grade. Where as he is enjoying his high and shooting the breeze, I find myself sitting there, lost within myself... only thinking about the pain I am in, the hopelessness I feel, the depression I am feeling. And I can only imagine what goes through his mind when he looks at me, I can still remember looks of concern and even fear in his face. It breaks my heart, because he used to be one of my best friends.
I will lose even more friends because I wont be able to sing for my band anymore. We have a show coming up on May 10th, and I guess that is going to have to be my last show ever because my vocal chords are messed up, and my throat is getting tight so I cannot perform my "death growls" anymore. I think I am only friends with them because of that band, and now they wont have a reason to want me around...
I have accumulated a lot of debt within the last few years, and as this condition gets worse, I dread the day that I wont be able to work anymore, and so things will pile up and I wont have a way to pay it down, as well as I wont be able to afford medical insurance.
But thats another thing. It scares me to death and makes me feel more hopeless when I read that TMJ is typically not covered by insurance companies, and that doctors/dentists generally don't know much about the disorder or how to treat it, that they will just think I am crazy... like everyone else does.
I look at people all day, and I have a vehement hatred for them, torn apart by envy of them with their normal jaws and normal functions. What did I do to deserve this? Why is there no cure? Why is there no hope?
So all of that has me tossing around the idea of suicide. I figure that now I have nothing to live for, as my family is torn apart and none of them understand what I am going through. My friends are abandoning me one by one. My mental state is declining. I wont be able to hold a good career even if I wanted to, since in a few years I wont be able to drive or work because I will be nearly blind.
So what is there to live for? Maybe my destiny was to screw up everything in my life beyond repair, only to commit suicide? its tempting, its really tempting, its the only way out of this. I cannot sit here and be ok with this, when everything I see, smell, or hear reminds me of when I was NORMAL!!! A promising life taken away.
I think this is the end... I am going to give myself a year, if I cannot change anything or get any kind of treatment, then I am going to commit suicide.