I'm blessed with being able to control my tonic-clonic seizures via meds. Nonetheless, I hid my condition for 36 years. Finally tired of the stigma against epilepsy, I began opening up, choosing moments (ideally somewhat casual ones) to tell people I knew well of my epilepsy.
The stigma against epilepsy is culturally based, as well as a product of ignorance. It's up to us, through open discussions and teaching others, to change the perceptions about epilepsy, do away with the stigma.
We’re the lucky ones.Our epilepsy is controlled with meds and we live full, productive lives,
only very occasionally – if ever – interrupted by seizures.Our epilepsy even may be invisible to you.
please don’t be surprised when I tell you that I schedule my days according to
the ebbs and flows of the meds that keep me running on time.
When I wake up, I’m at my best.I haven’t taken carbamazepine and lamotrigine
for eight hours, but there’s still a therapeutic level in my bloodstream.I schedule my most important meetings in the
morning when I’m clear-headed before taking my first dose. Morning: Whoosh.There goes that first mega dose.It hits, and I have to be seated and try not to put myself in a position
in which I have to say anything important.If I bend my head down, I’ll go toxic and need to lie down for over an
hour.If I take my Vitamin C, my blood
will rush a little, and I’ll also go toxic.Lunchtime: One tab of lamotrigine?Not so bad.Evening: I take another,
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A dear friend of mine whose daughter’s epilepsy first struck
when she was 14 left me speechless. She told me that I, unknowingly, had saved
her from hopelessness, simply by existing.I had meaning.She saw that I had
a good life despite my condition and could envision a future for her daughter
filled with happiness and achievement.(Flash forward: In college now, her
child just got all As and is a varsity athlete.) Her daughter’s life has been affected, no
doubt, but her epilepsy never stopped her.
She’s one of the lucky ones, though.Her epilepsy is controlled and she lives with
relatively few barriers.With no choice
but to stay at home, though, many with uncontrolled epilepsy can't work in traditional jobs and struggle to find
meaning in their lives. But what is
Starting at the beginning, here's the definition according to T…
I had a tumultuous life throughout my time spent at George Mason University and after graduation in the spring of 1998. Since the early 90’s, my life became further complicated by epilepsy due to a traumatic brain injury (also called a TBI) I had at the age of 10 in 1983. Those of you who know anything about epilepsy, know that it makes life more than challenging. Not only does one have to deal with the side effects of each medicine, but there are also side effects of the epilepsy itself, and in my case, the traumatic brain injury, as well. I had to deal with depression coming from three different angles. I thought all these side effects were going to be with me for life. What a joy! Further compounding the epilepsy were the side effects of the anti seizure drug (AED) I was on. To name a few, they were, depression, weight gain, tremor, stuttering, and being in a constant haze. There are too many more to mention, so let’s stick with those five. All this changed about the time I turned …