So I’m a single 25 year old guy, and my back problems are really starting to catch up to me. I’ve got scoliosis, kyphosis, and spondylolisthesis among most likely some other things. I was a pretty solid young athlete, and staying fit was a big part of my life, up until maybe 10 weeks ago. I injured my back in the gym, and I just haven’t recovered from it. I live in Canada, so I requested an MRI and CT though my doctor about 5 weeks ago, and I still haven’t gotten it. I’m just sitting here going to physiotherapy and seeing a chiropractor, and nobody even knows what they’re treating me for. They’re just guessing. I’m debating going to the U.S. and paying for the imaging, despite being expensive.

Anyways, since it’s been 10 weeks since I injured my back, any non-serious issue should’ve healed by now. But it hasn’t. And it’s taken a huge toll on my mental health. I roll out of bed every day feeling the same pain. And honestly, even before this injury, I would deal with pain and fatigue after being on my feet for long periods of time. It’s safe to say I haven’t really enjoyed my youth as much as I probably could have. I would often turn away social outings that required me to be on my feet for longer periods of time, (concerts, parties, golf, going to the mall, etc). It’s just a miserable experience for me. Worst part is, after this injury, sitting has actually become the worst of the 3 positions for me (between standing, sitting, lying down), when it used to be my preferred position that would bring me relief after long hours of standing.

I’m going on a bit of a rant here, I apologize. But getting back to the title of this topic now. All of these negative thoughts I’ve been having about my back has made me think unselfishly about potentially having children one day. I don’t want my future child to have to endure this terrible disease, and I know it’s hereditary. My sister’s condition was far worse than mine. At times I even get angry at my parents and point the blame at them for giving me this genetic abomination as I like to call it, even though I know that isn’t fair.

But it’s a valid question to ask. Is it even worth me having children? I don’t want my child to end up like me. I’m only 25 for Christ’s sake. I don’t even want to know how I’m going to feel when I’m 55 at this rate. Perhaps adoption would be a good alternative. I don’t even have a girlfriend at the moment, so it’s not like this is a decision that needs to be made quickly or anything 😂. But you know, late night thoughts. Thanks for reading.