As a child, my seizures were a very pleasant experience, but for the longest time my parents thought I was just daydreaming. I went undiagnosed until I was 8. I was having over 100 petit mal seizures a day, and my grades were so poor that I was put into English as a Second Language (ESL) courses because my teachers didn’t think I knew English.… Read More
Continued from Part 1 I will never be able to thank my Mum enough for the hours she comforted me when I was shaking so much I could no longer feel my body. Or the times when she wiped my tears away when I couldn’t sleep at night. I began to lose … Read More
I sat in class, as my friends and I chatted about how we would love to be police officers. A police officer stood at the front of the room chatting about not talking to strangers. “Do you know why you shouldn’t talk to strangers?” the officer asked. My hand shot up, I … Read More