The first diagnosis

My previous blog ended: “I did not get back to them”, and I did not. However, my mother did. In my medical record I found that exactly 2 years after my first visit, my mother called the clinic, worried about my deterioration. I was given another examination in October of 1989 and in the record…… Continue reading The first diagnosis

The first meeting

I think I was around 13 years old when I first realised that my body did not function the same way as others’, I might even have been younger. I remember sitting on a chair in a school, community centre or something similar in the village of Ängersjö in the north of Sweden listening while…… Continue reading The first meeting