Merry
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A little British girl with ME named Isla wrote for the Tymes Trust magazine about her experience trying to accommodate medical authorities who push her to do more than she feels like doing. I'll upload the image of the article (posted by Tom Kindlon on Facebook), but in case the print in the image is too small, here's what she says:
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You are meant to understand my illness but all you do is push, push, push. Nothing I ever do is good enough. I am proud and think you will be pleased with me as I have been going to school so much more than before, but all you do is say I need to stay there longer, and if I feel ill I can't [go?] home early. I can't get to sleep at night and you make me feel like it is my fault. You tell my parents to ignore me at night time, even when I am upset and feeling scared and lonely. Lucky for me they ignore you! I am so tired but you say that I still have to get out of bed and walk even at the weekend after I have been at school all week. I don't like coming to see you, it makes me worry what you are going to ask me to do next. My mum tells you I sometimes feel worse but you tell us I just have to do more, more, more. You speak to my school and I worry they will be on your side and expect more of me too. I worry about what you are going to tell us to do next. I think you should care more about the children who come to see you and try to understand what they are going through.
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You are meant to understand my illness but all you do is push, push, push. Nothing I ever do is good enough. I am proud and think you will be pleased with me as I have been going to school so much more than before, but all you do is say I need to stay there longer, and if I feel ill I can't [go?] home early. I can't get to sleep at night and you make me feel like it is my fault. You tell my parents to ignore me at night time, even when I am upset and feeling scared and lonely. Lucky for me they ignore you! I am so tired but you say that I still have to get out of bed and walk even at the weekend after I have been at school all week. I don't like coming to see you, it makes me worry what you are going to ask me to do next. My mum tells you I sometimes feel worse but you tell us I just have to do more, more, more. You speak to my school and I worry they will be on your side and expect more of me too. I worry about what you are going to tell us to do next. I think you should care more about the children who come to see you and try to understand what they are going through.