Warning ⚠️:
Video shows the multiple types of seizures and can be VERY scary to some!
Picture: a very young me, taken by my mom
I loved that couch! Sadly, I can't fit on it anymore...
Recap-

After all of that, I woke up screaming in agony from the surgery. They couldn't give a 12 year old enough pain meds. - No matter how much I begged. I still remember my screams... The whole floor probably heard me!
I than had to eventually learn how to walk again like a toddler (after weeks in a wheelchair.) It took months of physical therapy! I wanted to give up countless times.
(I was still in school, too. Good news, was the bullying had stopped - finally. After years of being the main target for the bullies... Sucks being shy!)

Though, later that year... My life would change as I knew it. Forever.

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Here's a few pictures ahead a time, before we begin.
Take a close look because they may help you!

Lets start the 2nd chap!
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I remember the exact day that my life changed forever. Whether it was very early spring, or early winter I can't recall. All I remember is snow on the ground.

I was on the school bus, the bullies in the back when my body and vision started to act weird. My vision went black at the edges. I panicked. I asked Alexa if she could take me upstairs to Mr.Furgerson's class room. My "homeroom." Where we started our day. She took another boy, Archie upstairs. Who had Cerebral Palsy also - however his was much worse making him walk with special canes. Alexa let me go with the two, which I was very grateful for. I told her my problem.

That my eyesight was going black around the edges, and eventually I couldn't see at all by the time we got to Mr.Furgerson's classroom, I was blind. On the way their, I bumped into Alexa multiple times so she told me. Honestly? I was going by pure memory. We took the elevator upstairs because of his Cerebral Palsy. And once in the classroom, we told Mr.Furgerson my problem and asked if I could call my mom. He said I would have to goto the nurse to do that. Now, the Nurse, and the school staff hated me because of what my cousin did. Sounds fake, but true. So they did everything to take their hatred out on me. (We could've sued them.)
Anyway, I begged the teacher to not call the school nurse, and in doing so... I couldn't call my mom. He did however let me lay in the back room on a mat until I felt better.

This, little did I know at the time was the beginning of a new hell in school. And possibly my life. For, I would wish this upon no one. I spent what must've been an hour crying on that mat terrified. Thinking I had gone blind.

However, when I finally got my eyesight back the school schedule had resumed, much to my dislike.
And from than on... I would have seizures every day in one class. Which was science. My main type of seizure? An Absence Seizure. I space out, staring at nothing from 1-5 minutes and sometimes pick at clothing, or speak nonsense.

In science, I remember this one day... It sticks out like it had just happened.

I was placed at the front row on the right, just having a seizure I was foggy but aware that I had one. The teacher had asked if I was alright. I had nodded. The class was silent. If something dropped, it would seem like an echo. Mr.Goldmen asked the class if someone would get me lunch. I looked over my left shoulder, my long mid-back length red hair acting as a curtain. I remember the students looking at me as if I was an alien.
Minutes ticked by, and I thought 'no one's going to volunteer.' So, I told the teacher that I'd get myself lunch. He said no, and insisted another should.
Minutes ticked by and it had to have been 5 minutes before anyone spoke up. And that someone, was the last person I ever expected.
The person who had avoided me for years. Since I foolishly asked him out.
Gordon, stood up volunteering to get me lunch at the last minute, detecting no one else would. And my eyes widened in shock.
He came back with a tray full of food of everything I would've gotten myself. (Mind you I didn't tell him what I wanted.)
I thanked him, and he went on his way with a "no problem."
From that day on, I ate lunch in Mr.Goldmen's class if I had a seizure.

However, my stay at school... Wouldn't last for long. For I would soon lose all of my friends. Without getting to say goodbye. 😞