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I had my first seizure when I was eighteen years old. I moved out of my parents house because they were in the middle of a messy divorce. I have 5 younger siblings that I left behind because I just wanted to get away. That was my way of coping.
I lived with my boyfriend at the time. I woke up and felt my foot go stiff and numb followed by my leg and then I fell back and blacked out. My boyfriend took me to the hospital and I had no idea what happened to me. I didn't even know what a seizure was (I know...crazy).
I thought that would be my last seizure because I never had them before! Why would I have another one? I was very wrong. I had so many seizures that I lost count. I was very lost, stupid, and young. My boyfriend couldn't handle taking care of me and sent me back to my dad. I was heart-broken of course but it was for my own good. He wasn't a very good boyfriend to start with.
My dad took care of me and made sure that I was alright. I'm so happy to have a daddy like him. I wasn't scared when he was around.
Soon after, my stupidity continued (haha). I met my now, fiance. We went out for about a month and then I moved in with him. His reason was because I lived so far away from me and he didn't want to lose me. That was alright with me!
He didn't understand my seizures. He got upset whenever I had one because he didn't know how to fix them (He is a fixer). I felt very sad and emotional because I was 19! I wasn't supposed to be having seizures! I was supposed to be happy, healthy, and in college having one of the best times of my life.
My doctor put me on Phenobarbital and the seizures decreased greatly. Thereafter I got pregnant (of course). I only had 2 seizures throughout the pregnancy. My baby girl came out healthy. There was and there is nothing wrong with her. She is perfect.
After I had her I had a seizure when she was 3 months. I knocked over the cover of her bassinet and it fell on her little head. I was so worried that it would smother her (I'm so paranoid). I never wanted to have another seizure again (not that I didn't want that to start with). I wanted to be a normal and healthy mom taking good care of my baby. It depressed me greatly.
During the next year and half I had BAD anxiety every night in fear that I would get one because I hate them. I hate not having control of my body. The seizures actually hurt me going into them. I was afraid of not breathing. I hated trying to talk and it coming out as "baby talk". I hated not being able to get up or even move around. I hated that this had ever happened to me. I kept on taking more medicine than I should have. I was totally drugged out. I lost a lot of weight and I was bumping into walls like I was drunk. I was a total mess.
I did a lot of stuff that I regret that year. Yet, my fiance still stayed with my crazy butt! It was so bad! Sometimes I think that it all was a bad dream.
Now, I'm 21 and I had a seizure exactly a month ago, breaking my 1 year seizure free time
My doctor is weaning me off the Phenobarbital (that stuff is so bad for me) and increasing my dosage of Lamictal.
The Phenobarbital makes me more anxious and it's addicting. I know why they want me off of it. It's not as good as the newer and "safer" medicines out there. I don't know what stupid doctor put me on that medicine.cks
My fiance was sitting with me in my hospital room crying because he told me that he is sometimes scared that I will never come out of my seizures and be gone for good. It made me feel so bad. He doesn't hate me because I have epilepsy. He hates that it's there. He knows all that he can do is be supportive and help me with my medical issues.
He has a three days on and three days off schedule at his work and he works the night-shift. He hates that I stay with my parents (Dad and Step-mama) while he works. He wants to see me and our baby girl when he gets home from work. I have to do that because I need someone there to help me if I do have a seizure. They only happen at night.
My feelings as of now about this stupid disorder are definitely negative. I feel like a grandma (no offense!) carrying around medicine and having to go to the doctor a couple times a month. I feel like my life is going no where because my self esteem has dwindled because I feel incompetent compared to healthy young adults my age. I feel helpless.
I can't drive and I don't work. I've only had one job my entire life and it was only for 3 months! I've been too depressed to try and put myself out there. I hate this negativity and I want to get rid of it for good!
I'm getting married in early April of this year and I'm planning my wedding. I need to feel a weight lifted off of me so I can enjoy the process of planning my wedding and getting married to my fiance who has stuck with me through thick and thin.
If you started getting seizures as a young adult, can you please tell me how you cope and what keeps you going? Any other advice from anyone would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you for listening to my sob story
I don't like talking about seizures to my family or friends. Saying or mentioning, "Seizure" is like saying "Voldemort" to me lol
I lived with my boyfriend at the time. I woke up and felt my foot go stiff and numb followed by my leg and then I fell back and blacked out. My boyfriend took me to the hospital and I had no idea what happened to me. I didn't even know what a seizure was (I know...crazy).
I thought that would be my last seizure because I never had them before! Why would I have another one? I was very wrong. I had so many seizures that I lost count. I was very lost, stupid, and young. My boyfriend couldn't handle taking care of me and sent me back to my dad. I was heart-broken of course but it was for my own good. He wasn't a very good boyfriend to start with.
My dad took care of me and made sure that I was alright. I'm so happy to have a daddy like him. I wasn't scared when he was around.
Soon after, my stupidity continued (haha). I met my now, fiance. We went out for about a month and then I moved in with him. His reason was because I lived so far away from me and he didn't want to lose me. That was alright with me!
He didn't understand my seizures. He got upset whenever I had one because he didn't know how to fix them (He is a fixer). I felt very sad and emotional because I was 19! I wasn't supposed to be having seizures! I was supposed to be happy, healthy, and in college having one of the best times of my life.
My doctor put me on Phenobarbital and the seizures decreased greatly. Thereafter I got pregnant (of course). I only had 2 seizures throughout the pregnancy. My baby girl came out healthy. There was and there is nothing wrong with her. She is perfect.
After I had her I had a seizure when she was 3 months. I knocked over the cover of her bassinet and it fell on her little head. I was so worried that it would smother her (I'm so paranoid). I never wanted to have another seizure again (not that I didn't want that to start with). I wanted to be a normal and healthy mom taking good care of my baby. It depressed me greatly.
During the next year and half I had BAD anxiety every night in fear that I would get one because I hate them. I hate not having control of my body. The seizures actually hurt me going into them. I was afraid of not breathing. I hated trying to talk and it coming out as "baby talk". I hated not being able to get up or even move around. I hated that this had ever happened to me. I kept on taking more medicine than I should have. I was totally drugged out. I lost a lot of weight and I was bumping into walls like I was drunk. I was a total mess.
I did a lot of stuff that I regret that year. Yet, my fiance still stayed with my crazy butt! It was so bad! Sometimes I think that it all was a bad dream.
Now, I'm 21 and I had a seizure exactly a month ago, breaking my 1 year seizure free time

The Phenobarbital makes me more anxious and it's addicting. I know why they want me off of it. It's not as good as the newer and "safer" medicines out there. I don't know what stupid doctor put me on that medicine.cks
My fiance was sitting with me in my hospital room crying because he told me that he is sometimes scared that I will never come out of my seizures and be gone for good. It made me feel so bad. He doesn't hate me because I have epilepsy. He hates that it's there. He knows all that he can do is be supportive and help me with my medical issues.
He has a three days on and three days off schedule at his work and he works the night-shift. He hates that I stay with my parents (Dad and Step-mama) while he works. He wants to see me and our baby girl when he gets home from work. I have to do that because I need someone there to help me if I do have a seizure. They only happen at night.
My feelings as of now about this stupid disorder are definitely negative. I feel like a grandma (no offense!) carrying around medicine and having to go to the doctor a couple times a month. I feel like my life is going no where because my self esteem has dwindled because I feel incompetent compared to healthy young adults my age. I feel helpless.
I can't drive and I don't work. I've only had one job my entire life and it was only for 3 months! I've been too depressed to try and put myself out there. I hate this negativity and I want to get rid of it for good!
I'm getting married in early April of this year and I'm planning my wedding. I need to feel a weight lifted off of me so I can enjoy the process of planning my wedding and getting married to my fiance who has stuck with me through thick and thin.
If you started getting seizures as a young adult, can you please tell me how you cope and what keeps you going? Any other advice from anyone would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you for listening to my sob story

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