Personal Narrative: My Seizures

There has always been one experience that made an impression on my life. It was in March of 2008. In order to understand my condition you must first know what seizures are. A seizure happens because of an abnormal electrical activity in the brain. I was first diagnosed with Absence seizures (petit mal) where you lose awareness briefly that soon developed into Tonic-clonic (grand mal) where your arms and legs get stiff. Some may go unnoticed or in other cases can be severe.

I was dressed, and ready to go with my blue and white plaid Jan-sport backpack that I had had since the 5th grade. I checked the time, it read 12:01 AM. My mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me on my merry way. I closed the door and took my first step onto the paved sidewalk. I took a deep breath and told myself silently "Today will be a good day." Within seconds, the sky started crying and the sound of raindrops became louder as I continued my walk to my grandma 's house in my beat up high top converse.

It began the moment I dropped my pencil during the Social Studies State Test. That moment bode the start of my first known grand mal seizure. Most medical professionals will say that those who undergo grand mal seizures almost never retain memory of the event. But I can still feel my jaw slacking, drool dripping off my chin, and my entire body being wrenched away from me. It’s a person’s nightmare to lose control, to lose their voice. As my pencil dropped from my trembling hand, I lost both.

I don't know where to start. I'm 25, male, and I live in southern state. I suffer from epilepsy, depersonalization, depression, and hypothyroidism. I don't know what to do anymore...

In 2000, Jill was diagnosed with epilepsy, it wasn’t until 2001 when she was finally stabilized with medication. Until 2002 when she missed one day of taking medication due to the flu she began have seizures again. Jill’ remained seizure until 2007 when the medication stop working, she started new medication. In 2010 when she moved to North Carolina where she established a rapport with here new primary care provider, which referred her to a Neurologist Dr. Smith who refused her medical records from her Neurologist in Boston because he did not need them to manage her care and refill her medications as she needed for her Epilepsy disorder. In June of 2011 she going back to Boston for a visit and need her medication refilled, so she call the office for a medication refill like she did with her neurologist in Boston. When Jill called for her refill the receptionist told her the Doctor would fill it on July 1st which Jill would be in Boston so she

When I was three months old I was rushed to the emergency room because I was not responding, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and there were no tears coming from my eyes. My mother was terrified that she could not stop weeping because her baby girl was on the verge of what could be death. Doctors ran tests and went through different diagnosis before epilepsy became the prominent one. As a child I was in and out of doctors and hospitals, a child should not have to grow up like that. I was constantly undergoing tests to figure out the cause of and where the seizures originated from in my brain.

The topic I wish to investigate is epilepsy. Epilepsy is defined as a disorder of the nervous system that can cause people to suddenly become unconscious and to have violent, uncontrolled movements of the body. (Merriam Webster, 2015) This topic is of interest to me because I have a personal involvement with epilepsy. My mother, Jeanette Maya, was diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of 29, but experienced symptoms since she was 13 years old. “To me, epilepsy is a mental health disorder. If your doctors can find the right medications, it can be controlled. The worst thing about epilepsy for me is my loss of memory.” (Maya, 2015) I want to learn more about this topic to understand what she goes through. Other people need to know about epilepsy

On May 9th, 2014, I had an unexpected seizure in the middle of the night. At the time my parents were asleep, and they were awoken in a state of shock. Seizures are really scary because they are unexpected. As a matter of fact, the people who go through them are totally unaware of their surroundings and are left vulnerable to the dangers around them. Because of this drastic event, I had to go through many time-consuming tests, one of which was the EEG, which took one whole day and night at the hospital. An EEG is a very complex, expensive and time-consuming system, also it is uncomfortable for patients, especially for young children.

Two years ago I began to separate myself from the world, and almost everyone who lived in it. I would come home every day after school, and lock myself in my room for hours on end. I had begun to become unhappy, and the work I had put into my anxiety had begun to back peddle. I would lose myself to the electronic world because I believed that I was destined for failure in the real world. Hope seemed to escape from me. I mentally shut doors on almost everyone and everything related to the real world because I believed that reality was the source of my misery. I might have shut every door that connected me to this world, but to my surprise I forgot to shut an open window. My mother is the one person who I could never willingly separate from, she was my light in the darkness. I felt as though I had fallen into a deep darkness that nobody could ever make any brighter, and then suddenly my mom flipped the light switch. I needed someone to believe in me, I needed a sliver of hope in a world full of pain and agony. I continued to grow into the person I am today, and I began to accept that neither I or the world is

It was a hot and sunny afternoon, when silence filled the house. I didn’t notice at first because I was too busy on my phone. I sat up on my bed and got up. The house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I slowly walked to the top of the stairs. The old wooden floor creaked beneath my feet.

Benign childhood epilepsy with centrotemporal spikes, BCECT (also called rolandic epilepsy, RE), is an idiopathic focal epilepsy of childhood and its underlying structural causes and possible genetic aetiology are unknown. It is the most common epilepsy syndrome in childhood and accounts for 15%—24% of all paediatric epilepsy cases between 5 and 14 years of age, and there is a male predominance. The prevalence of BCECT is estimated to be about 2% in children and it is four times more common than typical absence of epilepsy. It is considered an age-dependent epileptic syndrome with a high genetic predisposition (Shields and Snead, 2009; Miziara et al., 2012).

In fifth grade my best friend, Grace and I planned to go to camp in the summer going into sixth grade. We waited and waited for the day, we were thrilled to go, yet we had no idea what was yet to come. The night before we left, I stuffed what I thought I needed in a giant suitcase, zipped it up and headed to Graces house. Once I arrived, excitement rushed through me when I saw here realizing we are finally going to camp. As we talked, time flew by without even noticing and before we knew it we were sleeping. It was a crisp morning and her window was slightly open, causing the room to fill with cold air. I threw the covers over my head trying to get more sleep, forgetting that today was the day we left for camp. Grace's mom tapped on the door

I felt a little breeze in the tip of my feet and noise as if there was crowd of people debating on a president. I stood up and realized I was the only lazy one sleeping as soon as I got to the door the sun and wind hit me in my face, people walking around, dogs sniffing her and there, and a lot of people waiting to buy fresh made tortillas. I got to the kitchen door and my grandma was cooking breakfast and my aunt had gone to work which was right across our house. As soon as I finished eating breakfast I went to visit my other aunt and my cousins they asked me lost of questions and I asked them. We had a lot of fun playing with her dog, feed her animals, and play hide and seek. At the end of the day I see the warmth of the fire and remember

It was the first day of the school year. I woke up that morning full of energy and excitement after being away from school for 6 weeks. It was a hot summer day and sweat poured down my face as I walked through the school gates. Everyone was talking to their friends about their holidays and about all the exciting things they did. The day started with assembly and the school was so packed in the gym that there was barely any room to

I got out of bed and threw on the clothes I had set out the night before. I made my bed, brushed my teeth, did my hair. It was just like any other day. I ran to the kitchen where i met my half asleep brother. He was bragging that he didn't have to go to school and i did. I wasn't hungry, but i forced myself to eat a waffle before the school bus got to our house. As the garage door raddled open, a bright stream of sunlight hit my face. The sound of the birds chirping and cars driving by greeted me as i waited outside. The ground was wet from a summer morning dew. Except, it wasn't summer anymore. In the corner of my eye, I see a long yellow school bus coming around the block. Its brakes screech and the doors fling open. I climb on board, only to realise that i am one of the first people on. I find a seat and sit back in a comfy position. After a few stops, I hear some familiar voices. We talk about our worries and concerns for a while but then we arrive.