Zoe Elliott, 27, Salisbury
Wincing in pain, I cried out to the teacher. ‘You’re fine, Zoe,’ she said. ‘Come on, get up.’ Pain seared right through my legs as I stumbled to my feet.
It was the summer of 2000, I was just 7. As I’d run through the school playground, my ankles had buckled underneath me.
Truth was, it wasn’t the first time.
In fact, I was always falling over, dislocating my knees or ankles.
Ever since I could recall, I’d been hyper-flexible. But my mum Lisa, 61, didn’t know why, nor did the doctors.
Then, when I turned 14, I started fainting. Blacking out in the classroom, I’d wake up seconds later feeling dizzy and sick.
And the other kids were so nasty about it.
Sometimes I’d come…
