Hello. (Sorry for my language mistakes, i'm from Europe)
I'm 21 and i have an old man's back. All my torathic discs are degenerated (they are black in the mri), my lumbar spine is straight (loss of curve) and my cercival spine is also straight (and i have a slight artrhosis between c3 and c4).
I had to stop trainning boxing at the age of 18 because of a strong pain in my upper back that didn't go away (I was pretty good, willing to be a proffesional). I went to the doctor and, without making any tests, said I was fine.
I went to the doctor again a couple of years ago and he said I was perfect (he didn't do any tests). He said that my problem was posture and weak muscles, but my posture was pretty good and I am a very fitted guy (or at least was). But I followed his advice and went to physical therapy but it dind't worked. I tried swimming and it didn't worked. They yhought it wss psychological (the cause they use when they don't want to work to find something)
At the age of 20 my spine started to crack all the time (just a deep breath and all my vertebrae cracked), so I decided to get an MRI done despite my doctor's opinion. Ok surprise: I had degenerative disc disease, arthrosis and the stuff i've already said at the young age of 20.
The consequences have been awful. I've visited many doctors this year. Some tell me I'm fine because I'm young and strong, some tell me not to do anything. And I don't know what to do. I just feel like my spine is worsening. Before all this hapened I dind'nt know how useless was medicine in this cases, they can't help you till you are nearly disabled.
Ok, the conclussion is that my life has changed. I would not say that it is ruined (although somehow it is) but I would say that it has been changed. I'm not even the same person. I used to be an ambitious, cheerful guy. Now I have no proffessional ambition at all. I hate my degree, and I dont see myself sitting in a chair for eight hours doing some EDITED work just to make enough money to survive. I didnt have a problem with that when pain wasnt' there, but now, I don't see the point in working hard, when the prize is a painfaul leisure time in which I just can't do what I love.
Of course my goals make no sense now. My goals were, after finsishing my bussiness degree, studing engineering. But that make no sense, because, studing many hours just have me in pain, and pain makes my ambition to fade away; so, How the heck am I suposed to study a carrer that requires my back to get smashed? No sense. That goal is dead.
Am I depressed? Sometimes, I suppose. But life will never be the same, and I have to accept it. And the only way I am able to accept it is by changing my perspective. What do I mean? Since I'm very young, the condition has polenty of time to worse, so I will probably reach I time in which I will be in so much pain (much more than now), and more disabled, with plenty of limitations. Thats means that long term goals are a stupid thing to think about. I'd rather live a shorter life, because, I want to live, not to suffer life.
Don't get me wrong. What I mean is that I want to make my days count, because I see how this stuff is killing my happiness.
Now. My question is. How fast that it get woirse?