My son was going into his senior year of high school when all this started. I must say he dealt with it rather well. His friends and teachers were very supportive.
Fast forward to his graduation party. As we were cleaning up I heard those five words I never want to hear “Jackson is having a seizure “ .
Rushing over to my son, I hold him as he seizes. Anyone who has witnessed a seizure knows how gut wrenching it is. Not only did he have a seizure he also tore up his shoulder. This required an extensive surgery and several months of recovery.
My son went off to university with his arm in a sling and the label of epilepsy. He didn’t want to disappoint his dad and me by quitting. He struggled for three years of school with a foggy brain and a few more seizure related injuries.
All that I have ever wanted for my son is a life that gives him joy.