I LOOK like a schiz but I am not one.
I had a seizure disorder from the trauma in rhe ICU in ’86.
Tegretol helped but had awful side effects.
I lost my words; I lost my math. I scrawled down on a sheet of paper, “I am too broken to write.”
Now i have the habits of a life-long invalid without help worsened by the generalized presence of malpractice in the United States.
I was diagnosed with likely partial complex seizudes by a psychiatrist in Texas but I couldn’t follow up because Alex and I had to leave for California.
This has been the crux of my illness ever since.
I started “studying” the “likely seizures” and slipped inside my own world of pain. Shooting pains in my head. Hysterical paralysis, i would freeze, unable to move. I couldn’t function at all.
Then, all of a sudden I was pregnant.
So, first, I pulled something in my right hip.
All these years later I have “ICD sciatica,” a “disorder of my reflexes.”
Also, a hearing problem that was crippling. I could hear everyone in a crowd having different conversations all around me. For instance, at the airport, and trains, ambulances, police sirens miles away.
And with this combination of forces a working against me (AND the “mole-wart), i experienced horrific problems with “illegal boarding procedures” by people who wanted to harm me.
I became a paranoid wreck.
I can only pray to be safe where I am.
Can you imagine how bad this all was for my son?!!!
