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.
This post is part of the Epilepsy Blog Relay™ which will run from March 1 through March 31. Follow along!
We all get by with our friends’ support.Or is it our family?Or are they one? I’ve walked through life, my needs have changed.As a child, I needed the care, feeding, and
guidance of my parents.As an adolescent,
my friends were everything to me, my mother became even closer, my father more
distant.Then, when epilepsy slammesd my
life at age 18, my parents, once again, became the drivers for my care.But this is just my story. In his book, A Mind
Unraveled, heralded writer Kurt Eichenwald tells of the “family” he found
in his roommates at Swarthmore College.They looked after him during seizures and were his advocates in the world
outside their dorm room.These were acts
born of desire to protect one’s own, and Eichenwald, even artificially thrown
together with them as a roommate, had become a part of their family.It was exhausting, though, and the caregivers
could only take so much. His st…
There have been many medical incidences that have happened in my life that have almost made me cross to the other side. I was struck by a speeding car when I was ten years old. Most medical surgeries or stays in the hospital are because of injury and not for elective surgery, for which you choose to put yourself under the knife. What happened to me brought me very close to death, even seeing the light at the other end of the tunnel. It is hard to determine what elements of my life were already predestined before my injury. I was very young when my injury occurred. Everything I do now has been altered because of my injury at age ten. My injury has caused me to live my life differently, but the deficits have changed my life in a good way. I have accepted the challenge to accomplish things I never would had my life continued on my uninjured path. Having done them, a new world of possibilities has opened for me. Predestination aside, I concentrate on what did happen, not what could have …
This post is part of the Epilepsy Blog Relay™ which will run from March 1 to March 31, 2018. Follow along!
Here’s to the caregivers for people with epilepsy!Here’s to those who live with us, take us to the hospital, and love us any which way they can.And here’s to that selfless love.It gets us through all that life has thrown at us.
But what of those with epilepsy whose families don’t seem to be so loving?We can be shunted to the side, never truly to join the family table. How could these mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and grandparents be so heartless, seemingly embarrassed by the existence of “an epileptic?”
I’m graced with a loving family, but, in my support group, I’ve gotten to know wonderful people with epilepsy who have been emotionally shunted aside.One person – we’ll call her Emily – literally had to sit off to the side.She didn’t go to the family celebrations at cousins’ houses during the holidays, and her own family never hosted the events themselves, fearing the rest …