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I'm sure a good bit of us get treated like children a lot because of having epilepsy. Some people don't want me out of their sight when we are in public because they are afraid that I may have a seizure and wonder off (my husband is a good one at this). There are a good bit of things that some family members don't like me doing when I'm home alone. Cooking on the stove or oven. Taking showers or baths. Going up and down the stairs. And many other things. Half the time I think they'd feel better if I just sat on the couch all day long until my husband got home from work then got up and did things.
My dad however treats me like I don't even have epilepsy. We've gone to the mall and he does his thing and I do mine. He may give me a call on my cell every so often just to check on me but he doesn't need to have me in his sight the whole time.
Recently we were painting his store and he had me get up on a ladder! My family told me that they didn't want me on a ladder (but I did the painting when none of them were around so they wouldn't see). My dad actually had the ladder, which was a step ladder but still a ladder, waiting for me when I came over to paint. He really didn't want me going up higher than 3 steps and I really didn't want to go higher than that. It wasn't because of the epilepsy we were both afraid that I may loose my balance and fall. He did tell me several times that if I felt like a seizure might be starting to come on to let him know, then let me get on that ladder and paint. He checked on me several times, but I think he would have done that epilepsy or not. I actually felt 36 instead of 6!
My dad however treats me like I don't even have epilepsy. We've gone to the mall and he does his thing and I do mine. He may give me a call on my cell every so often just to check on me but he doesn't need to have me in his sight the whole time.
Recently we were painting his store and he had me get up on a ladder! My family told me that they didn't want me on a ladder (but I did the painting when none of them were around so they wouldn't see). My dad actually had the ladder, which was a step ladder but still a ladder, waiting for me when I came over to paint. He really didn't want me going up higher than 3 steps and I really didn't want to go higher than that. It wasn't because of the epilepsy we were both afraid that I may loose my balance and fall. He did tell me several times that if I felt like a seizure might be starting to come on to let him know, then let me get on that ladder and paint. He checked on me several times, but I think he would have done that epilepsy or not. I actually felt 36 instead of 6!