Hello everyone. I honestly don't know if I'm right to talk about it. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm only writing this because I need to let off steam from a pretty hellish personal situation. I am a 37 year old young man living in Sardinia. Italy. I have a rare genetic disease called Enhler Danlos Syndrome, which causes problems in the synthesis of collagen tissue, and as such makes bones, muscles and blood vessels extremely fragile. Nonetheless, my childhood was at least happy, at least until the age of 14, apart from the surgery I had to do at the age of 8 on one of my eyes because of the glaucoma caused by the syndrome. In childhood I was a shy, introverted person who felt much older and older than she was, who was not very interested in being with other children or playing with them despite my parents' efforts to make me have a life social or normal. I much preferred to spend my time reading comics or studying and learning about every field of science and branch of knowledge, the first part of my life has seen a continuous and self-taught scientific training in all fields, without excelling. in nothing. I have found a particular affinity for biological sciences and astronomy, and have always been fascinated, almost enraptured, by the beauty of the night sky, one of the best memories of my childhood sees me lying in the back seat of my parents' car , at night, returning from a day spent with grandparents. We were driving along a mountain road by car. The Milky Way revealed itself in all its splendor before my eyes. I wondered, if each of those stars were suns like ours, how many had planets (at the time there were still no discoveries by the Kepler telescope, let's talk about the early 90s), how many were inhabited and how many there were beings who at that moment they were doing the same thing, asking the same question, like in a mirror. The troubles in my life started at the age of 14, with saturn's opposition to my radical natal saturn (I also have a passion for astrology, but I'll come to that later.) I had violent colic for which they made me take a breath test as an exam. They actually had to do me the one for elicobacter pylori, but due to a misunderstanding they made me the one for lactose intolerance, to which I am allergic. That day, it was September 10, 1997, I was very ill, so much so that I risked suffocating in vomit. Later I fell ill with a very bad gastritis which made it impossible for me to continue my studies. They did a lot of invasive tests on me, using me almost like a guinea pig. Towards December, they gave me two drugs, an anxiolotic and a gastroprotector, (omeoprazole and levopraid, I seem to remember) which combined together caused me a liver poisoning. I then had a violent and terrible toxic hepatitis with transaminases at 700. The doctors weren't getting any, on the contrary they were killing me. We went to Tuscany, and I was treated in Pisa by a renowned hepatologist of the time, who with a strong antioxidant therapy made me recover and overcome the crisis. Unfortunately, the following year I contracted proteus cystitis, which became very serious. I was again dealing with doctors who, if they had been butchers, would have adhered to their karma much better, frankly. They gave me an antibiotic to which I was allergic, which caused me to begin an anaphylactic reaction. During that time I also had to deal with a period of seclusion in a psychiatric hospital, the loss of a person I was very fond of, and the move in which I had to leave the childhood home in which I had grown up against my will. Saturn definitely gives us great, when you get into it. Okay, all teenagers have opposition but mine was really bad. > _> However, in the end I had the good fortune, or the grace, to find two doctors who really knew how to do their job and who saved my life. Nevertheless, I was enticed for a year and it took me years to recover. Then I had to bear the weight of the scars I carried around in my soul until the age of 29. What can I say... I could no longer finish my studies because of my poor health, so I started writing stories. I work with all my heart on a science fiction fantasy saga, of which I wrote a novel, publishing it in 2013. Unfortunately I had to deal with a cheating publisher who did not 'promote or' distribute, so my sales were so small that I did not return in expenses. Then I had to ... Deal with all the pain and destructive karma that I carried around, unable to accept what had happened to me. My father is a good man, and a hard worker who has done a lot to raise the living conditions of my family since very humble origins. But he is also an old-fashioned man who has been very proud in the past. My mother ... Well I had a childhood with her, my father was never there for business trips. She was a very good mother at the time ... Although very anxious and emotional. My father, on the other hand, is a very pragmatic and detached person, little used to emotional and affective impulses. Fortunately for me, at the age of 29 I was dealing with a very special person who literally saved me from myself and my horrible karma, for the simple fact that, due to my hardships, I have grown completely devoid of the slightest self-esteem and self-confidence. So since then I have learned to love myself and to love myself ... And to also understand that my life has been ruined in part by my illness, which in recent years has worsened a lot, in part by the wrong choices of my parents, and by the their emotionality, or perhaps from the fact of not having been able to deal correctly, on an emotional level, with the challenges given by caring for a disabled child so fragile from a physical and emotional point of view. Well, however, at the age of 33, I had other troubles, first caused by cystitis from and. coli antibiotic resistant, which degenerated into septicemia. I saw it really bad and I had to do 10 days of intensive antibiotic therapy in the hospital. This event coincided with a fairly heavy solar revolution, with Mars squared to the sun and birth mercury. The following year (solar revolution with Mars in quadrature with Jupiter conjunct Uranus in Sagittarius) I had an accident perhaps even worse, because at night, going to the bathroom, I tripped and hit my right knee violently against the bidet. The leg swelled a lot over the next few days and I became very pale and weak. I went to the hospital of my own will and they found me a very bad anemia caused by the rupture of an arterial capillary in the knee, for which I had to be operated with an embolization operation that lasted 3 and a half hours. I somehow survived, even though I had to do a lot of transfusions, fight with secondary infections and go to bed for months. Now well, now I have to say that the internet, the few friends I have, and the work on my saga are the only things that still make me feel alive. My father is now elderly and has to go out of his way to look after me and my mother, who has health problems even worse than mine, which are also affecting her mind.