I'm not embarrassed that I have epilepsy but I don't think the whole world needs to know. I don't walk up to someone I just met and say "Hi I'm Valerie and I have epilepsy. I haven't had a seizure in 8 days (because that's the first thing they ask you when you tell them you have epilepsy)" Like I'm at a alcoholics anonymous meeting.
If the questions comes up why I don't work or drive then I will tell them it's because I have epilepsy. A good bit of the time people will take about three steps back from me as though they think just because I said the words 'seizure' or 'epilepsy' then I'm going to fall to the ground and have one right there. After I tell some people they start acting different and don't want to stay around me, almost like they think they can catch epilepsy.
I didn't know that there actually were semi partial seizures, only complex and TCs, until I joined this web site. I knew I'd have those feelings but I never realized that they are actually seizures. Even now sometimes when I'm having a semi I don't realize that it's happened till it's over and I'm feeling normal again.
I don't like to tell my husband when I'm having semi partials unless it's a bad one because he seems to go crazy when I do. I don't know if it's because I can still communicate with him during it. From what he tells me when I have a complex he just lets it happen and makes sure I don't hurt myself.
My husband also insists he knows when I'm having a semi partial. I may be staring out the window looking at something but he thinks I'm having a seizure because I stare into space when I have them. I'll tell him that I was watching an animal in the yard but when he looks out he doesn't see it, usually because it's ran off.
I know what it feels like to have a semi, he doesn't. He tells me that I have 'that look' and I'm having one. I'll tell him that I'm not, and I know I'm not, I don't feel like it. We actually have gotten into little fights about it. I have a VNS and if I'm having a seizure, semi or complex, I won't cough after I use it. But if I'm not having a seizure and use it I'll start coughing like crazy. Almost every single time he's told me to use it because he knows I'm having a seizure I'll start coughing.
Being treated like a child is another big thing that gets to me. I was 26 when I was diagnosed with epilepsy. I had to move back home with my parents because my seizures weren't even a little bit under control and I couldn't live on my own. If I took a shower someone wanted to be in the bathroom with me. If I went to the bathroom I had to leave the door open a little that way they would be able to hear if I fell off the toilet. If I was in the bathroom for more than 5 minutes someone would always come in to make sure I was ok. If my parents went somewhere and didn't take me I had to go next door and stay with my grandparents because they didn't want me to be alone in the house.
They didn't want me going up and down the stairs by myself. I couldn't use knives. I wasn't aloud to cook anything, even in the microwave, because I might have a seizure while I was taking it out and spill it on me burning myself.
If they did take me places I had to stay right by their side and couldn't get out of their sight. I'm surprised they never got me a child leash. I think they thought I'd wonder off they'd have to put an add in the news paper saying "Lost female, with a description of me, last seen in Wal-Mart wearing jeans and a red shirt. Answers to the name of Valerie. Please call phone number if seen or found. Reward offered!"
The rest of my family isn't as bad now but my husband is the worse. He still won't let me out of his sight.
It was about 5 years after I was diagnosed with epilepsy when my dad and I went to the mall. He told me to go ahead and do what ever I wanted. He was going to get what he wanted then go to the food court and get something to eat. He said he was going to call me on my cell every so often just to make sure I was ok, which he did, but to take my time and don't hurry around. I think that was the best shopping trip I ever went on.
My dad is still the best about things with me in general. He actually asks me to do things that other people would never even think of letting me do. He asked me to paint the side of his store last summer. He had a step stool for me to use and told me that if I was going to get on the ladder to let him know. I told him I wasn't going to use the ladder because I'm not really a ladder person, not that big on heights. He laughed and told me that I was just using that as an excuse to get out of painting the entire wall!
If he needs help carrying something heavy he'll ask me to help him. No one else would think of doing it because "I might have a seizure and drop it!"
Not being able to drive is horrible. I hate it when I'm planning on making something and see I'm out of one of the ingredients. I can't just run out to the store and get it, I may have to wait a few days before someone is able to take me. It's hard to get together with my friends. They all live about an hour away. They have jobs and kids, which I don't. They usually have to come see me and if they can't find someone to watch their kids then they bring them along.