@quicksilver: hey man, good to hear from you - I do remember exchanging messages a while back. I guess I've made a whole lot of progress since then, but it only got me deeper in the hole; if at the time I saw it as an issue affecting the skeletal muscles (which is bad enough), I now realize that it's imprinted in everything that has to do with my body, my senses, and my mind.
I could write many pages about the sheer oddity of it all, but I do understand that not many people relate. The medical establishment sees it as new agey and bad, while the alternative crowd sees it as new agey and good, but in the same category as eccentric theories about elves and what not. Meanwhile the damn hair is dividing like crazy, sometimes in two, sometimes in three, with the resulting follicles spreading out a bit and continuing to grow on their own like nothing's wrong there.
Back when I saw it as a skeletal issue, it was still not that bad. Where I am now, I need to bring more and more into play for the process to continue on the right path. It actually feels like a game where you can only move to the next step if you can solve a puzzle. But when the pieces of your puzzles are the very things that keep you alive, accessing them via pathways you know you're not supposed to feels more like attempting suicide than getting in shape at the gym. Every time I interfere with something that normally goes on unattended, the system hands over more control, but I increasingly get the feeling that something can go wrong there. It's tight rope.
Something I've been struggling with lately is sound. While I can do any contortions I want and massage my body all I want, I can't really make weird loud sounds because of my current living situation. So today I went to see someone in a small town, and since I had some time to kill before meeting them, I went for a walk, by myself. The snow and cold kept everyone else in, so I figured I'd try humming a little. Before long, I was howling like an Indian chief. Weird, scary noises that just came out on their own, louder and louder. While I did realize it would have been a bit strange for a passer-by to witness that, when I removed my headphones to get a more accurate idea, it was a 'holy fuck!' moment. Scary!
It's also interesting that, while the plan was to walk around for a few minutes as it was really cold, and windy, and wet, I ended up being outside for over 3 hours. The wind and the melted snow in my shoes suddenly hit me when I passed by some guy loading his car and and to stop making noises reminiscent of the loony house.
This is getting too long so yeah, it's good to hear someone, somewhere can relate ))