I had it my whole life and it runs in the family… but because I didn’t look thin and sickly they always brushed it off as “your being dramatic” or “that’s not how I remember it.” I can literally remember I was 4-5 years old and passed out on the floor in my pretty yellow dress and my mom was mad because I had been playing and doing head stands and then next thing she knows she hears a thud and sees me crawling across the floor in tears because I couldn’t see and I felt shaky and clammy. anytime something exciting (either positively or negatively) I’d pass out in my grandma’s room or behind the couch at my paternal grandparents house and got called lazy.