When I was eight, there was a single event that changed my life, identity, interests, struggles, and successes. This one event led to many more. In the fall of 2007, I had my first seizure, the first of many. It took us months to get a diagnosis of epilepsy, of complex-partial seizures. When someone has a complex-partial seizure, they are neither conscious nor unconscious; they’re in between, both aware and unaware at the same time. They typically do some kind of small motion; picking at clothes, moving their hands, or many others. It’s confusing because you know what’s going on, but you don’t quite know; it’s all a weird in-between state. It was terrifying for an eight-year-old; at almost 18, it still is.
I’ve had many successes and many disappointments
I’ve had many successes and many disappointments