I was so young when I began to develop narcolepsy and cataplexy – just five – that I don’t remember much apart from the teachers telling me off for sleeping in class. At a meeting about my sleep, a teacher told my mum that I had slept through so much that I would not amount to much academically. I had some friends, but I couldn’t go to their houses as they were scared of having me over. I became a recluse. I cried a lot. I hated my narcolepsy.
I wanted to show the teachers that they were wrong to write me off.