I was in college in the early 2000s, studying electrical engineering. At the same time I was studying classical guitar with a private teacher (who wasn’t very good). My parents never really supported my interest for music, but my dad had this idea that you could go to college and also get a music degree at the same time because he often talked about a friend of his who did that back in the 70s. Somehow I internalized that idea and was basically trying to do that. I think subconsciously I had this belief that if I got a conservatory degree my parents would suddenly become supportive of me playing music and maybe even accept the fact that I wanted it to be my career.
After a few years of this routine, I was ready to finish my undergraduate degree which culminated in an internship (around 2004 I think). For three months I would go to the internship every day, work there all day, then get back on the bus for over one hour, eat dinner at home and get into a 1-2 hour classical guitar practice. I was learning “Recuerdos de la Alhambra” at the time. Needless to say, that was a recipe for burn out. One day I started having sharp pain in my right wrist which turned into tennis elbow. I had to stop playing guitar for a while and the tennis elbow stuck with me for over two years (it is painful!). But that wasn’t the end nor the worst of it.
I noticed pretty early on that something had changed in my right hand. Even after the tennis elbow was cured, I was making lots of small mistakes and my timing was off. And it kept getting worse, no matter what I did. At some point I stopped playing guitar altogether. Took me a few more years to get diagnosed with focal dystonia in my right hand (around 2013). By then, I had symptoms all the time, not just when playing guitar. For example, I couldn’t touch type on a keyboard anymore with my right hand and had to come up with all sorts of sensory tricks to help.
Ten more years have gone by. I no longer finger pick, but I kept my flat picking technique up and have learned a lot of jazz. My dystonia is still there and I doubt it will ever go away (I hold a pencil in my right hand while typing on the keyboard these days), but I try not to let it rule my life anymore (it’s hard).
Anyways, injuries sometimes make us reevaluate what we are doing with our lives. Silver lining I guess, but good luck with the injury and I hope you find pleasure in your hobbies again, or new hobbies to bring new pleasure!