Life was great I'd say as a small child. Free to do things I can no longer do, boy it was great. I started getting symptoms at 6 years old. It took me forever to stand from a sitting position, my pace in my walk slowed down extremely, couldn't get in bed on my own. Then it went from not being able to raise my hands, having trouble eating a and just normal tasks were a struggle. At one point I couldn't even move my body, I was just stuck. School soon was not an option for me because due to the mental capacity of students I wads someone that everyone could mess around with. I got knocked down, forced to do things I couldn't physically do, made fun of. Anything you can think of, I swear I just wanted to die, I remember once we were having lunch about everyone that I sat with either went to a different table or sat at the far end because I was worth no ones time and no one wanted to catch what I had. :) kids can be so mean like damn. But I spent all elementary home schooled along with many months in and it off the hospital, my step father joined the military and before I knew it, it was time to move. I spent my middle school year in Texas which wasn't that bad and then spent most of my high school year in Hawaii. My freshman year the bullying came back but I was fortunate enough to have some friends who stuck by my side so it didn't really bother me. Now that I'm finishing up high school I realize that people will judge you no matter what. I know that I may be different but I have feelings too, I am human just like everyone else.
