Kalliope
Senior Member (Voting Rights)
I'm a 40-year-old stay-at-home kid - and it isn't so bad - Diane Shipley
At the start of the second semester of my sophomore year of college, I threw some clothes, books, and a packet of chocolate-chip cookies in a backpack, locked my room on campus, and took the train home, where I moved in with my mom.
Over the previous six months, I'd struggled with extreme exhaustion after performing the most routine actions: sitting through a lecture, cooking a meal, getting out of bed. Every night as I tried to study, my legs and back spasmed in pain. I would try to read the same paragraph over and over, taking in nothing as my eyelids drifted closed. I thought that if I took a couple of weeks off, I might regain my strength. That was 20 years ago. I'm still here.
At the start of the second semester of my sophomore year of college, I threw some clothes, books, and a packet of chocolate-chip cookies in a backpack, locked my room on campus, and took the train home, where I moved in with my mom.
Over the previous six months, I'd struggled with extreme exhaustion after performing the most routine actions: sitting through a lecture, cooking a meal, getting out of bed. Every night as I tried to study, my legs and back spasmed in pain. I would try to read the same paragraph over and over, taking in nothing as my eyelids drifted closed. I thought that if I took a couple of weeks off, I might regain my strength. That was 20 years ago. I'm still here.