I hate how nobody takes chronic illness seriously unless you are dying. I need treatment, I need accommodations at my school, I need a stress free life but it seems all I seem to get is the opposite. I appreciate my mother who has attempted to keep it not as severe, she is a real one. But lord, my previous doctor didn’t even fucking care about the long run for a treatment that would another doctor has never seen anyone recover from. It seems like no one actually knows what they are talking about, and on top when I attempt to correct their mistake, they tell me I’m wrong. I know my fucking body, that’s why I’m here. If you don’t know something, for fucks sake don’t assume that I then MUST be faking it. Teachers don’t accommodate for me, of which I need desperately. It’s seems like even if they are slightly forced to put in work to give me an education, it’s so inconvenient that I’m purposefully infringing on their wellbeing. God.