I am 20 years old. My right knee hasn't worked properly since I was 15. Initially, my mother didn't believe me that my knees hurt. "My knees hurt at your age too but I still did sports and walked everywhere I needed to go". The very next day, my knees gave out while going to my room in the basement and I was stuck hanging off of the guardrail until I could catch her attention.
She finally took me to a doctor, and from initial ultrasounds and X-rays, they thought it was a baker's cyst so I got a draining appointment.
Some important information: I have a VERY VERY strong needle phobia. To the point where I had to get blood work done, and my mother drugged me in the hopes I would "behave" but as soon as the nurse walked in, adrenaline kicked the drugs out of my system, I blacked out (not pass out), and the next thing I remember is my mum dragging me out of the clinic going "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!". Supposedly, I had kicked the nurse and they told us to leave. I did not obtain the blood work.
The drainage appointment comes, and I adrenaline is pumping hard. They first did another ultrasound to locate the "cyst", only to find out there wasn't one. My mother thought it was because I wore a tensor sleeve over it for the weeks leading up to the appointment, but it turns out the first ultrasound tech was just incorrect. I felt so relieved that I wasn't going to get a needle that day, but also confused... If it wasn't a cyst, what was it?
Eventually they come to the "conclusion" that it must be juvenile arthritis, so they book me to get the cortisone shots. Knowing my needle phobia, they opted to put me to sleep. That procedure is how I discovered getting put to sleep is exactly how it feels in the movies, but your body goes numb. I start to panic, flailing my arms because I can't feel them. The nurse puts a hand on my shoulder and says "it's okay honey. Everything is okay" and that's the last thing I remember before passing out. The put about 6 shots in each knee.
When I woke up from anesthesia, the nurse was pushing my bed back to my mum. She told me this, and all I could say was "okay. I love you", to which she says "I love you too". After returning to my mum, a doctor came along to tell us how it went. He said all was normal, except when they did blood work while I was knocked out and it contained a very high level of strep cells. STREP CELLS. FROM STREP THROAT. They think it may have caused the damage from getting into my bloodstream and spawning inside my knee joint, but it was just a theory.
The recovery process was long, I was bedridden for 2 weeks, only getting up to go to the bathroom. Once I was back to school again, I was on crutches for a week.
The cortisone only lasted about a year, but I can't put myself through that every single year. I hate suffering like this, but there's nothing else I can do. I want to be a normal young adult. I hate being the reason my friends can't go somewhere with me, or have to stop to sit down. Hearing my supportive friends say "hey guys stop for just a minute, OP needs to sit down" and seeing the frustration in their eyes having to slow down just for me. I appreciate that some of my friends are supportive, but I hate being the reason they have to change plans or simply not go at all because they want to hang out with me, but I can't go places or walk around.
I just want some sense of normalcy... I want to go on a hike through the woods. I want to go to clubs downtown (I'm Canadian so I am of legal age). I want to be able to go for a walk when I feel anxious. I want to dance. I want to run. I want to frolic. I just want to have the same bodily function that most people have. I want to go on adventures just because I can, and not have to wait for a single day where the heat and humidity are perfect enough or the stars align in just the right way where I can have a day of slightly less pain.
I want to know what's actually wrong with me instead of doctors just guessing. I want to fix this stupid disability. And I know these are feelings a lot of disabled people have, but I just needed to rant about it. If you actually read this far, I'm curious what your experiences have been and if they're similar to mine. Or maybe not at all. I just feel like I would feel a bit better if I wasn't going through all this alone
TLDR: my knee's been broken since I was a teen and doctors still aren't entirely sure what's wrong. I just want to feel normal for once.