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07/14/10(Wed)00:59:01 No.10067225I was misdiagnosed with a terminal illness at a young age. I love my parents, but they treated me like glass-- my brother could go outside and play, but when I wanted to it was always, "Anon, you're sick, stay in bed." All the time. It was my fault, really. I thought I was going to die, so I never bothered with anything, I just lived out each day slowly waiting for the inevitable.
When I was 16, the doctors discovered the misdiagnoses and began treating me for my actual illness. By a miracle, I was completely better at 18. My parents got angry with me because I didn't know how to do anything but make doctor's appointments. It's always, "Anon, why don't you have any friends? Why can't you be like your brother? You're better now, go be an adult." I don't know how. |