Like a bunch of others here (it seems I've found my people) I was helped by ITVRA.
I was damaged in space when I hitched a ride on a piece of shit (it turned out) the ss junkheap held together by duct tape. A rogue antenna from satellite speared me through my right butt cheek. Hurt like hell. I got pinned to the control panel like a fucking... Shish kebab π’π’. Not only did I suffer pain but the humiliation. The antenna was still functional as it turns out (why me?) so my screaming was broadcast out through the whole quadrant. It went viral because every asshole tuned in and turned it into a big sensation on the galactic net getting billions of hits in one hour. It is still played constantly to this day, compounding my trauma. The antenna is still lodged in my ass and people hung fairy lights off it. Har dy fucking ha..I also got gene π§¬-tweaked on that ship. I hate most people except my pet blob Squelch. The antenna still is active and broadcasts everything across the galaxy and I'm still a viral meme. I often contemplate death. But hang in there for squelch. Love that little guy.
ITVRA put me in touch with an arts based group called "impaled improvisers". They stage zero gravity stuff and pretend to get re skewered. The idea is that through learning to laugh at it it releases chemicals that ease the pain of antenna impalement. They also crafted me a individualised support chant "stick it out jerry" accompanied by kazoo music as one of the guys is a kazoo virtuoso. It's sung pretty off key. It's the most rehab I've had offered to me.