You’ve Got A Friend

A few weeks ago, we had one of my son’s friends from his new school and his family over for dinner.

My son goes to a school for unique learners. He started there last year, and we uprooted from the city to move closer to the school. It was a big risk at the time, but it paid off.

It’s the first time we felt like he was in a place that understood him and was putting in the work to teach him. It’s the first time since our epilepsy journey started that he has been able to attend a full school day. My son is happy, learning, and surrounded by kids who are just like him; each one of those students has unique challenges and reasons for being there.

My son and his friend often FaceTime after school and play Minecraft. I’ll hear them talking and laughing from the basement, and I’ll exchange greetings with his friend when he hears me checking in. When his friend was out of school for a few days, my son would check in with him to see how he was doing. When his friend came over for dinner, the first thing he said when he got out of the car was that he needed to check on my son to make sure he was okay because my son had a rare daytime seizure the previous day.

The boys played for hours. They played video games and had Nerf battles in the basement. We heard the same joking and laughing in person that we did when they were chatting on FaceTime. It was a wonderful sound to hear in person.

While the boys played in the basement, the adults stayed upstairs and talked, mixing time between crafting and food preparation. We had a lot in common. Both families were dealing with a severe medical condition, as well as the complexities that come with it. Both boys struggled in school, and both families struggled to find a place that would work for them. There were doctors’ appointments and extended absences from school that made it hard for them to build and maintain friendships. But both families found a place where we felt the boys could learn and grow and where they found each other and other friends just like them. Both families also have one more year before we go back to the negotiating table in order to continue at the school that has given our kids a chance to be seen and to learn.

Listening to them share their story also made me furious. Not just because families of children with special needs shouldn’t have to fight so hard or be abused by the system, but also because the way their family was treated was amplified because of their race. The things they were told about their son were shameful and terrible, even more so because the comments came from people who called themselves educators.

This is the reality for kids who don’t fit into the box. The system, every system, is designed for the majority. It’s more efficient when all the pieces look the same and can be treated the same way. When an “other” shows up, it slows down the machine. The system will try to make the “other” confirm if it can or discard it in order to return to “normal.”

In some cases, when the “other” proves resistant to being discarded and fights back, the system makes conditions intolerable until the “other” has no choice but to leave. We’ve experienced this ourselves, and we’ve seen it play out too many times with the people around us, especially those on a similar path. It plays out the same way in the bureaucracy of the local school system as it does on the national stage.

Navigating this world is hard and exhausting. It often feels lonely and isolating. It’s been a while since we talked to someone who understood our experience that deeply. It was cathartic to look across the table and see someone who knew what it was like. As terrible as the experiences have been, it was comforting not to feel alone.

Playing in the basement, it was also apparent that the boys didn’t feel alone, either.

I Am You / Dispatches From Epilepsy

I am you.

I am you if you are a parent of a child with epilepsy.

I am you if the future you had planned looks very different from where you are today.

I am you if you haven’t had an uninterrupted night of sleep in years.

I am you if there is nothing more important to you than your family.

I am you if you weren’t prepared for the detour that life took you on.

I am you.

But I am also not you.

I am not you because your experiences are your own.

I am not you because there are things that you deal with every day that I cannot imagine.

I am not you because you, and only you, are you.

My wife and I recently watched Dispatches From Elsewhere. In it, the show suggests that we are just like everyone else and that the pain we are feeling is not unique. It’s easy to feel isolated and alone, and that no one understands the pain and challenges that we’re facing every day. But there is also something so comforting about the idea that I am like you, and that others have been where I am.

Your pain, whatever it is, is 0% unique, as hard as that might be to believe. You are special. But not because you are unique. You’re special because you are exactly like everyone else…perfect.

It’s something I’ve seen since I started blogging and connecting with many of the wonderful people in the epilepsy community. So many of you have reached out from different parts of your journey…ahead of me, following me, or right where I am. We’ve talked about how many experiences we have in common. And that has given me hope. It has made me feel connected and very much not alone.

The show also explores change, both within ourselves and in the world around us. I have often felt stuck, trapped by circumstances, and not knowing what to do next. And, looking at the world around me, I have never felt so insignificant and unable to influence a world that is so desperately in need of change. It’s overwhelming to think of myself as a small drop of water in a huge ocean. But the message is that, while we are so convinced of our separateness, we are all drawn from the same source. We are all in this together. And together, that is how we can make change.

Change comes when we find one another. For once we find each other, the energy of our collective spirits can take flight, and the world around us begins to change.

It is true if we limit ourselves to our tiny mind instruments that you are you. But perhaps, if we let our subtler tools take the lead we may glimpse the truth, even if only for a moment.

There is no you. There is no me. There is only we.

I think we need this message now, more than ever.

 

What Is Left To Say?

When I started this blog almost 5 years ago, we were only just beginning our epilepsy journey.

The first few posts were written from his room on the neurology floor of the children’s hospital as I watched the doctors tried to stop his seizures. I wrote as a way to process my thoughts and feelings as I worried about losing my son and learned about words like status epilepticus and refractory.

After we left the hospital, I wrote about how our life changed. I shared stories of how we tried to rebuild my son after those initial waves of seizures took so much from him. I wrote about his therapies and how the exploration and experimentation with different medication led to the same frustrating results or unbearable side effects. I wrote about my fears about VNS surgery and my frustration with the hardship of the ketogenic diet.

For the past year, very little has changed. In spite of having a VNS implanted, adjusting his medication, and continuing the ketogenic diet, my son is still seizing almost every day. I still worry about the risk of SUDEP. I still worry about the long term effects of these seizures as I watch him slowly fall behind his peers at school.

When I would sit down to write, it started to feel like I was always wanting to write the same things and that I had already put my thoughts and feelings down. I wasn’t sure what was left to say, so I didn’t write anything.

Not writing had the additional benefit of not having to look beyond the surface of our lives. I could stop probing how I felt about the challenges my son faced and what it meant for his future. I could just live in the present and deal only with what was in front of me. But that began to feel like I was shirking my responsibility as a father and doing a disservice to myself and to my son.

During the time I stopped writing, I also received a number of messages from the epilepsy community. They reminded me that that others were going through the same challenges. I started this blog for myself but it brought me into a community of people who had already been where I was as well as people who were just starting on this path. The unexpected benefit of putting ourselves out there was that is reminded us that we weren’t alone. When things were dark and scary and uncertain, that gift provided immeasurable comfort.

I was worried that because nothing has changed that I wouldn’t have anything to write about, but that is part of this journey. The ups, downs, and the long stretches in between filled with uncertainty, frustration, accomplishments, and joy are all part of life. They are the things that remind us why we are here and bring us closer together. They are our outstretched hands reaching in to the darkness that are met by the hands of others grasping for connection.

As the new year began, I have started waking up early again. I make my coffee and sit on the couch in a quiet house staring at a blank page. I think about our life, past, present, and future. I think about the people we’ve met along the way, and I start filling the page with words.

It turns out, I might have more to say after all.