Personal Narrative: My Neurolepsy

I woke up looking around not knowing what was going on. I looked around realizing that I was in an unknown bed. Panicking at first I tried to find my bearings, but I calmed down quickly as I watched my mother walk into the room.

When I regained consciousness, I tried to open my eyes to check my surroundings. However, being so long in darkness, I could hardly see anything. By the stench and the "beep... beep... beep..." sound around me, I knew where I was. A while later, my eyes got used to the bright light and could see much more clearly. The first thing I saw was a doctor looking into my eyes very closely. When I moaned at him, he backed up and smiled. " You will be fine. Just a little painful; doesn't bother too much," he said. Then he turned to my mother, and they chatted for a while. Before he left the room, he turned to me again, "Rest some more." He smiled again and closed the door. His smile was so warm, but not as warm as my mother's. My mother walked up to me, and she pulled a chair and sat down. I was too afraid to look into her eyes; she would be so disappointed because I crashed the brand new car. It seemed like my head weighted 20 kilograms, and I could not pull it up. I

If you were to see me walking down the street you would never guess that I was in foster care. I dress and act like your everyday 17 year old, and in a way I am. Except I was placed in foster care when I was 15 years old. Scratch that I put myself in foster care when I was 15 years old. I bet you’re asking “why”? “Why would you do such a thing”? Well my mother was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia also known as disorganized schizophrenia. Just in case you don't know disorganized schizophrenia is characterized by incoherent and illogical thoughts and behaviors, so when you are 15 that's not a good situation to be in. My mother couldn't keep a job therefore she could not support us.

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

I could feel a thin sheet of fabric on top of my weak body. As I regain my conscious, I could hear repetitive beeps next to me. I turn to my left to see a heart monitor. I could see each vibrant green line waving up and down. I was in a room of white. A white blanket, white furnishings, white walls, and white marble floors. When the realization that I was in a hospital, I begin to panic. Where is my family? Where am I? How long have I been out? Just as I was going to try to move out of the bed, an outburst of doors flew open and a nurse in white walked

My mom had her second-ever seizure when I was in third or fourth grade. No one remembers the first time because no one was there but her. The day after it happened, we all decided she must have fainted or something and the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with her. Back to the second time. I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but it must have been a Saturday afternoon because everyone was home and it must have been almost spring because the snow was melting but it was still cold. I do remember what everyone was doing when it happened. My dad was busy making supper, my sister was busy watching TV upstairs, my brother was busy playing in his room, my mom was downstairs, busy working on the computer, and I — I was in my room playing with

I do not know who I am, was the thought that floated through my mind as a nurse shook me awake from the hospital bed in the middle of the night. As blood seeped from my veins and into tubes, my vision began to go faint and my ears rang. My mind painted pictures trying to grasp what had happened just a few short hours before. Upon returning to the bed, my mind continued to race with thoughts. I could feel a gust of wind blow through the sheets when the realization came to me that a time bomb in my life had finally exploded and the blaze was sweltered within me. What had I done?

One of the most difficult things I have ever Experienced has been My ADHD and when I was younger I had a hard time controlling my bowels. This was the cause of a lot of ridicule throughout my life and had built up a lack of confidence. The Problems were even at home, although my parents were and are very supportive my siblings were not as kind. My older brother had made me feel almost worthless and when my younger brother started to mock me it destroyed me I didn't like feeling like I was lower than my younger brother I wanted to be his role model. There were also problems at school it had effected my school work I wasn't able to perform to the best of my ability which left me feeling dumb and when I had to constantly go to Doctors appointments

“Rachel has trouble focusing in the classroom and staying awake” is a sentence that has been plastered on my school report cards since I was 7, and it clearly addresses concern about both of my disorders. Narcolepsy and ADHD.

Why are you here? Most people go to college to make more money, to have job stability, to make their parents happy, but that’s not why I come to college. The reason I come to college is because I want to be a pediatric neurologist. I have known that I wanted to go to college to become a pediatric neurologist for quite a while. When I was younger I had right temporal lobe focal epilepsy and general grand mal epilepsy. The seizures were very severe, I had 15 seizures in just my seventh grade year at school. No one could figure out how to control the seizures at first and people started to give up on me and calling me a liar. Doctors started accusing me for not taking my medicine. I started to think I’d never be able to control

Thank you for taking the time to review my application to the Clinical Psychology Internship Training Program at Massachusetts General Hospital/Harvard Medical School for the 2017-2018 training year. After a thorough review of your program materials, I am confident that the Neuropsychology elective (APPIC Number 132915) is an outstanding match for my training goals. I am currently a fifth year doctoral student at Suffolk University in Boston, MA, with an emphasis in neuropsychology. My career aspirations are to work as a board certified neuropsychologist within an academic medical center performing a combination of research and clinical duties specific to assessment, cognitive rehabilitation and neuropsychological research. Therefore, I am

I remember feeling dazed walking into the hospital; everything was a blur yet seemed to happen in slow motion. And the smell. It was overwhelming and stale. I was detached, just going through the motions: walk here, get wristband, sit, stay, wait. The waiting was the worst part. My mind began to spin. Worrying, and waiting, and contemplating, and waiting and waiting… My fingers began to restlessly tap, dancing out the rhythm of my steps over and over. I fell into a daze, nothing processing except

As I continue asking her about her custom “Do you have a safe place to go to? normally people who have a disability will have the safe place to fall back too.” And she says “My home is my safe space which is a cute way of saying it's a judgment-free zone, I can relax and be myself without worrying about making eye contact or something with someone. Coincidentally, it also makes me very uncomfortable to let anyone come over because then it feels as if I have no escape, which means I don't like to have visitors.” I definitely understand how she feels, most people coincidentally house is a safe place or heaven on earth they are no place like home. I did not mention that I have an OCD, which is an Obsessive compulsive disorder. But in my case,