Michael Furphy

Hi there! For a quick biography, I'm a 51 year old man. I lost my leg in the Marine Corps in 1986. I worked hard until the year 2000, when I was forced to go on S.S.I. Please don't get me wrong. I am completely humiliated for not being able to work. I was taught at a very young age that if I wanted something, I had to work for it. However, due to my leg, back, limited usage of my left arm, neuropathy, a fallen kidney, and now manic P.T.S.D. I sit in my little spare bedroom day after day waiting for my wife to get home from work. She owns an antique mall. Due to my P.T.S.D., I am becoming increasingly unsocialable and afraid to leave my own house. I don't know why. I don't know why I see blood on my boots every day and I know it's not really there. I have seen doctors and just recently went through a P.T.S.D. therapy. However, it just doesn't stop. We are now having a lot of troubles paying our bills, with my wife's antique shop barely making it now that the economy went bust. I am so embarrassed I cannot help. I grew up thinking that it's supposed to be the man taking care of the woman in a marriage. Anyway, I've tried as many home businesses as I could, but have failed at all of them. Not sure what to do next. If I sit at the computer too long, my fallen kidney which sits right at my waistline gives me bladder infections. I know this is not a successful or funny bio, but the truth needs to be told. I am embarrassed and humiliated to be on S.S.I. and struggling to make ends meet. We might lose our house if this keeps up. I'm sorry to all the hardworking people out there. However, my dad died on the workroom floor. My mom died 2 years after she retired. They were both hardworkers and at one time I was very proud of the fact that I was too. Sorry, if I bored you, but welcome to my life.