Chocaholic can totally sympathise there. I won a scholorship for sixth form after being at quite a rough state school, so lost any friends I had from there when college started - gotta love 16 year old logic - and then when I got ill I lost all but two of my friends from sixth form. Its such an isolating condition. That being said, I trully believe that everything happens for a reason. If I didn't have ME, I doubt that I would have met my DP, and so wouldn't be expecting my son - and although it gets me down at times, and scares the hell out of me wondering how I'm going to manage, especially with my ME and BPD, I wouldn't change it for the world.
I do often wish that I could have had a "normal" time, but then again, the things I have done and acheieved in the past two years are probably more meaningful because of when they were acheieved. I intend to go to uni, when I'm well enough, and now when my son is old enough. An education can be gained at any time.
In a lot of ways I was rather lucky. I have to use a walking stick at all times, and for longer journeys a wheelchair, although I do avoid it - I should use it more than I do! There was only a little while when I was so ill I couldn't get out of bed. And as much as the reaction I gained from the medical profession at first WAS terrible, if I hadn't have had the motivation of "I need to prove them wrong", I think I would have wollowed in what I was going through. The first doctor I saw at the hospital kept me in until a physcatrist, physcologist and social worker could see me - as soon as she herd the words "anti-depressents" I was instantly classified as a head case, if you will. She forced me to "walk" without my stick in a room full of people. I've never been more humiliated; I remember that day very clearly.
It actually took at physcatrist in the physc. unit who had had ME to pull me to one side and say he believed me. My GP wouldn't do the referal to see the ME specialist because I was under a physc. team - that's a whole 'nother story, don't get me started! - so I was so relieved when this guy said he would. Being told, time and time again, that I was imagining it or lying about how I was feeling had made me begin to doubt myself, and for a while I trully thought I was loosing my mind. I still do wonder occassionally; the nagging doubts slip in when people ask what is wrong with me / why I have a stick, and they just give you that look that clearly states "You should be locked up somewhere..". Attitudes are terrible, and I really want to change them.
Anyway - rant over!
I hope your DD enjoys her outing