in the battle of billions of wills which is the modern world one voice counts for little, unless it speaks for others too
posted by boolybooly @ Saturday, March 04, 2006
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Before I became ill I like to think I was pretty normal. OK at school in Monmouth I was a bit of a rebel. Against the odds I gained a place at Oriel College Oxford to read Zoology. There I also enjoyed rowing and acting. In my third year (1986) disaster struck, a mysterious illness characterised by a recurrent virus and severe allergies sapped my energy and simply would not go away. It affected my mind and body profoundly. I fought to complete my degree over an additional year, then I became even iller and knew only that I had to rest. For ten years no doctor could offer a diagnosis. In those days in the wilderness, alone and ill, living in bedsits on benefit, I came close to the edge of reason. For a while I think I may have gone over the edge into madness but eventually I found my way home to the spark of sanity which remained. I survived, reason returned, then I acquired a diagnosis of sorts and began the painful task of mastering my delirium and learning how to manage life with a disease like AIDS crossed with schizophrenia. All the while still searching for the truth about it. I am now 60, a Zoology grad with an 'M.E.' diagnosis and way too much time on his hands.
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