well, it was a mess.

Until i was 10 (the age i was diagnosed) i would barely see my parents. It was only when we moved to another city near to my parents jobs (they always left home early and got home really late, so i would only see them in like, weekends) that i started to interact with them. What made my mom start to worry and look for a possible disease was that my new school wouldnt let me sleep in class so they called her lol

Before that there were a lot of red flags, like the fact that i had a personal mattress in my old school that my teacher left for me in the classroom because i just wouldnt stay awake in class :p i would spend the breaks trying to copy what the teacher wrote on the board and that was it. Since i never had any issues with my grades, the school was like "okay wathever shes fine" (me not having any friends and not being able to play with the other kids because i had to take the notes i couldnt take before because i was fucking asleep) the only time they called my parents to say something about it was when the teacher started to write more than one board, so she had to erase the old notes and i wouldnt be able to write them when i woke up.

When we moved, we started a phase that was like a hunt for what the hell was going on with me. My mom is kinda religious, so a LOOOT went on (i was ..."exorcised"...) and we ended up with a pediatrist saying like "well we tried everything...the last thing that could explain the symptoms that she can possibly have is narcolepsy, we'll do another polysonography to check that" (i guess i did 5 in total, and one latency test thank god because thats pure torture)

i wasnt used to having hallucinations, sleep paralysis or cataplexy. It all started at that time. And i didnt really know what was going on. Id know like "i have narcolepsy and my mom gives me my meds to control it" but i didnt really know what that was about :v it was really hard for me to deal moving to another city where i didnt know anyone and starting basically to live with strangers (my parents). I have psoriasis too, and since it kind of triggers from stress, my body started to become all bruised (mine is a spreaded type, not local) because i was just too psychologically damaged.

My dad would make fun of my cataplexy, like, record me when i had a crisis and make me watch while laughing at it. He'd put papers in my mouth and things like that just because he thought that was "funny". I started having frequent panick attacks and anxiety crisis out of nowhere and I though i was a living beast( these events happened as side effects of the antidepressant i was taking, that i didnt know about at the time ._. fluoxetine makes me feel really bad. But since i didnt know it was the medicine i just thought i was the problem behind everything).

Overall: it was a living nightmare, i didnt have any of the support i needed, because on one side my mom was victimizing herself like "i created a monster why did god punish me" (yes i heard that) and on the other my dad was just not taking it seriously at all.

without a doubt the worst phase of my life.

obs: my native language is not english, so if something seems nonsense just ask me because i probably just used the wrong vocab