I’m growing more and more furious that the same old erroneous, disproven, and terribly stigmatizing beliefs about opioids/opiates are still being propagated in the media. Instead of being countered by intelligent people who know better, these falsehoods are only growing in influence. Even highly educated people, including medical personnel, are spouting these same damaging notions as facts, just because they have become culturally trendy.
Everyone is jumping on the opio-phobic bandwagon, competing to be the hardest on anyone using opioids for any reason. It’s a disgusting situation, creating an invincibly powerful societal meme of the “innocent pain medication user who is sucked into addiction” against their will by taking just a few prescribed pills to relieve overwhelming pain.
Thanks to the factually corrupt and omnipresent media feeding frenzy, patients are afraid to ask for pain relief and doctors are afraid to provide it. The situation is impervious to facts or reason and has evolved into a witch hunt destined to ferret out all pain patients and take away our medication.
Just like in those “old days”, people get praise for rooting out anyone using opioids, and are heaped with accolades for taking away our medication, supposedly saving us from the completely misunderstood specter of addiction. Legislators are falling all over themselves in the rush to proclaim and grow their anti-opioid credentials by creating ever more harsh restrictions on our pain medications. It makes me literally sick to my stomach every time I hear of yet another proposed rule.
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude that I have a reasonable doctor who still prescribes me these medications, but lately, I’m plagued by a growing unease over the unfairness of it. I feel guilty for having this incredible luck when so many fellow sufferers do not.
These are literally lifesaving medications for me because there is no question in my mind that I would make a quick exit if I had to live, now and forever, with my constant pain, which is absolutely impervious to any other control. I would not expect anyone else to live like that either.
I have fantasies of stepping onto the floor of a legislative session where they are debating such insane rules, screaming my outrage, throwing a wad of factual documentation at them, and commencing a hunger strike right there and then.
But I realize this is just a childish impulse born of powerlessness, a feeling most of us are very uncomfortable with and one that can result in the most savage societal harms. Yes, I do want to punish those that are taking these actions against us, and I feel my anger growing as it is fed one sad story after another.
What can I do to tame my increasing rage? How can I calm this beast within me, this monster becoming ever larger, ever stronger, threatening to overshout all reasonable thought?
Even though my own physical pain is relieved, I’m haunted by all those that are left in pain. I can’t freely enjoy my days when I know that thed quality of my life is only due to my entirely undeserved good fortune, which could end abruptly any day, thanks to some new senseless legislation. I’m being suffocated by this rage and I don’t know how to get out from under it.