Is this where it began?

I was age eleven when I started collapsing at school. I ate a good diet and I was very active in squash, swimming, and various other sports.
I was a quiet studious girl and was often picked on for not being normal. Mainly being called a ghost due to any lack of colour in my complexion.
I had been feeling unwell for some time and had started my periods at the age of ten, early really. I had lots of problems with pain, fainting, and anaemia with an admission to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I suffered from chronic IBS. “Typical teenager” I here you say.
I do believe that my journey with B12 deficiency started here. However, my parents had no idea that B12 deficiency existed let alone Pernicious anaemia, no one tested for it and I was not offered any treatment so on it went. I was constantly tired, I couldn’t concentrate at school where once I was a brilliant sportsperson I became lazy and where I once always wanted to win I didn’t care anymore.
I was unengaging and my teachers were concerned enough to send for my mother, I truanted regularly. At the age of twelve, I decided I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I felt constantly unwell in a fog I couldn’t achieve what I wanted neither academically nor socially.
I went home from school at lunch and drank two bottles of cough mixture. Did I want to die? No, I don’t think so. I just wanted to be normal. I returned to mid-day registration very light-headed and feeling very sick. My Teacher was looking directly at me calling my name but I could not answer. I was rushed to the nurses’ room, and I could hear my mother weeping. An ambulance was called and I was taken to the hospital. They proceeded to pump out my stomach and give me charcoal to drink. I was once again labelled a troubled teenager and given antidepressants, sleeping tablets and, my parents were given a number of a counsellor. At the first appointment, I was asked why I had wanted to take an overdose. I answered,

“there is something wrong with me and no one was listening”.

I had six of these counselling sessions and not once did I feel that I was being listened to. And so it continued……………