My Uni Adventure Begins

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Hey guys, so a lot has happened since I last wrote. I've moved into halls, my sister has gotten married, I've changed course and I've been in lectures for two weeks! However, I'm getting ahead of myself. I want to do a week by week blog of what has been happening over the last month and where better to begin but....

The meeting that made me cry



I know what you're thinking, everything makes me cry, but this was very significant for me. Picture this, my first day of going into uni for enrollment. I was scared but excited. I was going to learn what the course was going to be; meet people I will be working with and most importantly talk to my year tutor and get her up to speed on my condition. However, after almost an hour of wandering round Birmingham getting lost and almost in tears I arrive at the bustling uni to find that half of my class aren't turning up to enroll. Not the best start but undeterred I try to be as positive as possible, maybe they all overslept? All 25 of them... I meet a lovely Portuguese girl and feel a bit better but everyone else is quiet, probably as scared as I was. Next was the meeting... 
I went down in the lift to floor 6 and found the room easily, all good so far. She sits me down and asks why I wanted to see her. I explain my CFS what was happening with diagnosis and what that might mean for my uni life and what i'll need from the uni. Instantly she is skeptical. She accuses me of being lazy as she doesn't know me and says I'll never be able to do the course or the industrial placement. And that is when the tears start. Up until then I had never felt so belittled and humiliated in my life. It wasn't that she was being vindictive or mean or even cold it was that she was judging me even before I had tried, even before I had gotten into the classroom I was already having to fight harder than anyone else. I sat there crying until she had finished and left feeling like crap. I knew it would be difficult but my first tutor had already decided I couldn't do anything. Then we move onto...

The meeting that turned my life around


Now I had not got a clinical, diagnosis for my condition yet but every consultant strongly suggested I had got CFS, so when the chance arose for me to go to a specialist clinic, I lept at it. As soon as I walked into Alison's office I knew she would understand. I honestly cannot be more grateful for everything she did for me and my mum. By diagnosing me and giving me a letter which proves it she gave us hope. She helped me see that it's not my fault, having a disability or illness is not my fault. We had a little cry, my mum and me, and she gave me a booklet which I will hold onto for ages. Coming out of that meeting gave me the most relief I have ever felt. It meant I can move forward, I can get help and I don't have to feel guilty for having Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and therefore no energy.It sounds weird but, for someone who has been living with a long term condition will know that getting a diagnosis is a great feeling and I am going to cling onto whatever shred of hope I can.

The meeting from hell


Then we have the not so good news. I chose to change my degree course for the sake of my health which means I had a new year tutor. I was actually hopeful that he would be better. I had proof now and it was a less physically demanding course, what could go wrong. Well a whole lot apparently. I won't go into specifics but he was discriminatory and made me so angry. I hate it when people make assumptions when you haven't even tried yet. I am a very determined young woman and this only makes me fight harder.

 Here's to the next 3 years...
Take care
x






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"For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" Hi! I'm a 21 year old student, and this blog is here to document my thoughts, feelings and events that happen in my life. I hope you'll enjoy reading them and get some comfort from knowing that you're not alone. So sit back, grab a cup of decaf tea and join me on this journey we call life.

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