tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895440453335552117.post2153533204648226775..comments2024-03-28T15:12:21.172-04:00Comments on calvin's story: fear, dread and loathingChristy Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00106761191160700997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895440453335552117.post-76164697482807732382012-12-18T01:06:52.923-05:002012-12-18T01:06:52.923-05:00I'll be posting a bit more about Dr. Caplan to...I'll be posting a bit more about Dr. Caplan tomorrow because she wrote an article about the shootings in an academic blog -- Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895440453335552117.post-43943145235849333192012-12-17T20:03:25.550-05:002012-12-17T20:03:25.550-05:00eee, i did not know this stuff. makes sense. i fee...eee, i did not know this stuff. makes sense. i feel the darkness descend upon me at times but cannot always name it. perhaps now i know for sure. xoChristy Shakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106761191160700997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895440453335552117.post-74354800708711371892012-12-17T14:05:14.556-05:002012-12-17T14:05:14.556-05:00Sophie was about twelve or so when I listened to a...Sophie was about twelve or so when I listened to a neuropsychologist at a conference I was working. The statistics she presented to us that day were astounding: the incidences for depression and anxiety in mother of children with EPILEPSY (particularly uncontrolled)far surpassed that of other mothers of kids with special healthcare needs. The siblings, particularly brothers, of those with epilepsy were at much higher risk for emotional disorders, depression and even suicide. After I heard her speak, I went up to my hotel room and lay on my back on the bed in a sort of stunned silence. It was actually quite affirming for me -- stunning, but affirming. I knew that it was HARD, harder than anyone realized, that I WAS coping. I don't know if this will mean the same to you, but it helped me -- and at year eighteen, it's still hard, but -- but what? There is much grace and comfort in acknowledgment of fear.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895440453335552117.post-78755153901103823972012-12-17T13:26:31.359-05:002012-12-17T13:26:31.359-05:00I don't remember being scared too much as a ki...I don't remember being scared too much as a kid either through the seizures, the hallucinations, the uncertainty, the headaches, the doctors. Let me rephrase that. I was deathly afraid of it all, but still incredibly happy; I was a blissful little kid. I seized through violin lessons, softball practices, art camps, soccer games and beach days but I remember the activities more than the seizures. I think my parents underestimated my resiliency as a 7 and 8-year-old. The one thing that really separated my perception from my parents' was that my parents remembered the fear whereas I remembered all that surrounded the fear. <br />~JuliannaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com