Remembering when my physical therapy caused me pain
Before my EDS diagnosis, my treatment hurt more than it should've
First in a series.
After I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS), one of the many things that became clear was why my previous attempts at physical therapy had failed when I was 16. Well, not just failed — they’d made everything worse. The therapists had understandably tried traditional modalities and protocols for my shoulder injury; they had no reason to do otherwise. They’d been as baffled and frustrated as I was that the harder they’d tried to help me, the worse I got.
Those physical therapy sessions had hurt me. Badly. Every movement and exercise caused stabbing pain to shoot through what was already a chronically throbbing shoulder. With my stubbornness and tolerance for pain, I’d originally assumed I just needed to push through and I’d get better. So that’s what I did, completing my exercises while hurting.
After several weeks, it was apparent that the harder I fought to do my exercises, the worse my pain and range of motion became. Clearly, the therapy wasn’t helping. Thinking that perhaps I needed more time to heal, I took a few weeks off from the sessions before trying again, but I got the same result. After several such starts and stops, I finally gave up and just tried to ignore the never-ending shoulder pain and the less than 25% range of motion in my right arm.
After my EDS diagnosis
I’d been out of physical therapy for several years when, at 22, I was told I had EDS. When I had an actual name for what was happening to me, I understood that I did need therapy, even though I was against it. Considering that my previous sessions had been so painful, I had no interest in going through them again. But I gave it one more try. I was certain the outcome would be the same, but at least if it failed, I could say I’d done everything I could.
I didn’t know of any particular therapist to request, so I let my insurance find one. I got a call to set an appointment at a local clinic, and off I went.
Then I met Lisa.
Watching her at work was like seeing a pint-size human full of rocket fuel (or caffeine?) bound around the clinic at warp speed. I’m not sure she knew how to be still or speak slowly. I was amused by her limitless enthusiasm and occasionally caustic sense of humor. Maybe, I thought, physical therapy wouldn’t be so bad after all.
I don’t remember many details of our conversation that day, but I do remember a few things: One, she was astonished by both my pain level and severely restricted range of motion, and two, while she’d heard of EDS, she’d never treated anyone who had it. Hmm. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. But after our initial evaluation, I decided to go back and see how it went.
When I returned, I was astounded to find out that Lisa had been diving deep into research about how best to help someone with an EDS diagnosis. She’d begun reading about EDS symptoms and their probable effect on my rehabilitation. Not only that, but she listened to me — and by that, I mean she asked for feedback about her plans and then listened to me when I answered. With this type of attitude, I was on board to try physical therapy again.
Next week: what happened when my physical therapist took my EDS into consideration.
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