Mary | My World Rett
Hello, my name is Maria.
I was born in Valencia, on March 27, 1999, after a perfectly normal pregnancy and normal delivery. My first few months of life, were among novice cottons of parents who gave me everything you could need. My mother worked in a nursery, and that was fine because she always went with her everywhere, even to work.
Began my first words: mama, papa, tetetaun (which were stuffed animals), gave kisses to all that approach me, for I am very affectionate. I liked that I balanceasen in a small swing we had at home, and played a lot in a blanket of those many things that made noise, but I think my parents that the noise did not like much.
We used to go out a lot, especially the mountain, because my parents were climbers and known many very cool places to spend the day in the countryside and fresh air. We had a backpack to carry these children, in which I was great, seeing everything, and when I got tired I fell asleep, then waking up in bed with my parents next door.
Gradually I grew up, knowing my family, that ... there are many I have guys everywhere, cousins who can be my parents, is a little confusing, because my father's last child of eight older brothers, and all, to have their children, family means a very, very large. Each time we met the paella on Sunday, I spent the day arm in arm, the truth is that it went very well. My Aunt Amparo told me it was very good, and I removed the children snack in the nursery of my mother. There is also the family of my mother, though less numerous, they also love me very much, for I am the first grandchild, and you know ...
Everything was going great, it was a normal girl in an ideal family, but one day at 18 months or so, I began to feel strange, not controlled my hands seemed to move by themselves, I looked at them with a look of surprise, and could not do anything to stop them. A few days were more violent movements, I put them in my mouth and the bit I did not want to, but not for me to hurt myself, I got angry a lot, I was very nervous, and I bit more and more. If I caught the arm also bite, me, or who had me in his arms at the time, did not know what was happening.
Stop sleeping, reaching only two hours sleep all day, stop walking, talking, take things with my hands, to recognize my family, the same who also had treated me, my parents did not know what to do, were desperate .
From this time began a period of my life and those around me do not want to describe, as is full of long lines at doctors, medical hardships, serious problems with my health, so completely changed my life , stop being myself. At home we lost the joy ...
It took two long years very bad, full of crises of all kinds, to try different treatments, the worse it was, I had my sister, Cristina, I already had three years, the truth was like a gift for everyone. Things started to go better, I matched with medical treatment, and today I am a little better, I can not stand up, do not control my body, but to smile back, we have learned to live with this problem, and me with my take me to cart around, people like me very much, and I have many friends at school, until I go to run with my father, and sometimes I run with it.
Now we are all a little better, and very happy, because I have a little brother, I have wanted to see ...
Maria ...
