Think about this logically. I presume your parents love you, as most do. They brought you into this world as they wished to bear a child and nurture said child; thus creating a home environment optimal for you to thrive.
I highly doubt they were aware you’d be afflicted by numerous medical ailments of which would lead to debilitating pain down the line. How is this their fault?
I’ve thought about this rationale and my parents. As both of my parents were nearly infertile I was an IVF baby. With this I was born (alongside my twin, fraternal) nearly three months early and almost died outside and inside of the womb. Chances are we wouldn’t make it, yet we did.
Prior to this my parents were warned “don’t have kids, there is a high chance of complications”
For this, I actually did at times in the past blame my parents for the medical ailments I’ve been afflicted with. It took them years and years and years to get pregnant. THIS is a sign “it wasn’t meant to be”
As specified, I’ve THOUGHT about this rationale yet came to the conclusion no one is at fault for my ailments. My parents admittedly took a risk, and perhaps they should have gone down a different avenue in relation to having children, but there was no certainty I’d turn out the way I did. At the same time, I’m alive, my cognitive faculties are in tact and I am able to lead a life I deem adequate. I don’t need much, just give me the ability to exercise to extreme margins and I’m content.
Yes, there are still times wherein I absolutely dislike my life; as there are cumulative shit sandwhiches I live with on a daily basis of which make things very difficult. But despite all of this, I’m happy to be alive. I’m financially stable, my family loves/cares about me, I have something to work towards (college degree, developing an aesthetic physique etc). I do partake in high risk behaviour (like bodybuilding, skiing down rough slopes when I get the chance despite rarely skiing, water skiing with no prior experience, dirt biking etc) at times because I tend to live for the moment.
There’s no telling how much worse (or better) things might be for me down the line, so I take things one day at a time and try to enjoy whatever it is that I have in the moment. I’m not a “happy man”, though I’m much better than I was when I was living with uncontrolled pain 24/7.
If I am ever to have kids (provided I can in the first place) there is not a chance I’ll be passing on my genetic material… Adoption all the way
I never built up a tolerance. When I do take them I’ve consistently used the same dose for almost three years now. It boils down to the frequency of use and perhaps genetics