When I was young, about 10 or 11 years old, I felt there was something wrong, but couldn’t put a finger on it. Because my parents were quiet people and my upbringing was pretty quiet, it made me a quiet and introverted person. My mom was generally quiet and shy. My dad was stoic like any other Swede. It is interesting to see how my life has been affected by both the illness and normal daily living.

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