Kat sleeps on her mom’s balcony in Australia


Kat sleeps on her mother's balcony


Kat started sleeping on her mother’s balcony after her block was sprayed for cockroaches last year. Her environmental intolerances ramped up after the spraying, to the point where she could barely function in her Sydney apartment.

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posted May 14, 2010

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  • Casper Pieters

    June 7, 2010 at 7:25 pm

    Hi Kath

    I m currently doing research on a possible doco on MCS and would very much like to hear your story and of others that are trapped by this terrible affliction.

    Thanks for your help and I hope you are doing well.
    Casper

  • constance anne richards

    July 6, 2011 at 4:54 pm

    Dear Casper
    I have a story to share as well. If you would like to hear it, please let me know.
    Sincerely Constance
    conniearichards@gmail.com

  • sabrina

    November 24, 2013 at 3:35 am

    hi i would be interested in sharing my story for the doco.

    but im from new zealand.

    i would be happy to email my story.

  • Sharon

    December 6, 2013 at 6:18 pm

    Hi there I too am living a nitemare life. It amazes me how we continue to walk ,crawl, cry, with the desire to keep living, even in the face of the WORST reactions. Its not that we want to die, it’s the fact that our quality of life, is impossible for others to even begin to comprehend. It’s only been 6 yrs for me, when I had my first seizure/ exposure to bugspray. I spend 9 month at a time away from my husband, so I can have a ittle bit of normal life.
    One of has to work and it’s him.
    I don’t know WHY he puts up with it!!
    As I look out my window in AZ, my home that is p aid for that I can’t live in, a restaurant is being opened and a parking lot too, not 82 ft from my living and bedroom windows. It will open in jan. of 2014.
    The place I used to run to in washington state is being painted, the whole thing, by the owners. It won’t be safe for at least 3 yrs.
    I am DEVISTATED. No where to go and to exhausted to get there anyway.
    How does one go on? How/ why do people that have been dealing with this for 30 or more years, even WANT to go on.
    Every nite before I go to sleep, I pray for death to take me. Every morning I wake up…… Sick again.
    I’m tired of feeling sorry for my self, being pathetic .
    But don’t know what else to do.

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