When I was first diagnosed as a teen, no one knew what to do with me.
My parents refused to use the “E” word. People treated me like I was some kind of pariah (which didn’t make me feel warm and fuzzy either).
Guys never called back for a second date.
The Dilantin made me feel like a zombie…I even went into a coma once.
I started this article assured that vaccinations of infants with epilepsy was a definite no-no.
And boy, was I surprised.
Basically, medical research has proved me wrong. Real wrong.