I am 30 years old. I have been bedridden for 14 of them. FOP is my life. Despite, I’m very physically limited, I don't feel I am disabled, but sometimes I really lack a good education, a database to be equal to other people. Periodically I can write and speak correctly, and sometimes, on the contrary I am like in vacuum and I have no words and clear sentences. At such moments I feel like a humble person, I work hard, slowly and persistently, using different methods, for example: learning English. It is difficult, for me, it is, but it's more than just learning the language for communication, this is the path to further development, new knowledge horizons, and a new level of development. I can't explain to others my thoughts, wishes sometimes. In my brain everything is clear and understandable.
I'm too shy. But I'm glad when I did not say anything too much; I am quick-tempered, but not with everybody. I try to bear things I do not like. Our Lord gives me the strength to endure a