The disease began to affect his studies, too. "There were days when I felt as if I couldn't get out of bed. I would force myself to get up and go to lectures, but I could not concentrate, and would often fall asleep in the lecture hall. I was 21, and suddenly this illness was standing in my way. My mother, who is a teacher and my father, who is a retired electrical retailer, were sympathetic, but they didn't understand and so couldn't help. I went from doctor to doctor, both in Cambridge and at home in Nottingham, and met with different responses. Some didn't believe ME existed - one even gave me antidepressants, which made things worse."