Good morning- I’ve been thinking about the postictal state we experience after a seizure. I remember my first seizure being extremely terrifying because I “came to” with paramedics and at least six others staring intently at me with panic on their faces. My point here is— I experience a shorter and less severe postictal state when I wake up to a caretaker or two, but not a circus. I know people want to help, but the shock and reality of looking up into a throng of panicked faces is unsettling to say the least. But, then again, the best help in the world is the help that’s available.
Thanks for letting me vent.