For some reason, whenever I see someone in a movie have a seizure, it makes me very sad. Not just "Oh that sucks" sad. But "Oh....that could be my child" sad. And then because I understand more than what meets the eye because it's so close to me, it makes it tough sometimes to even look at the photos they post on the epilepsy websites of people. You see real people...(yes, as opposed to the titanium people they normally picture on there). You can look into their eyes, which are usually smiling along with their mouths. And end up imagining what they go through...just like your own child. There is a good moment, there they are smiling. But there is this thread that weaves through them, each one of them, to your own child. It makes me want to hug every single one - and their mother.
I wonder if other parents of epileptic children, sprouts or oaks, share this with me.
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