Thursday, 26 March 2009

World Epilepsy Day - I keep repeating myself…

I keep repeating myself. No, I really mean it. I have to keep repeating myself for the benefit of The Boy. I sat with him at lunch and he blanked on me four times in 20 minutes.
It has actually become second nature to me that whenever I see him blank I wait until he regains consciousness and then repeat my last few orders. For it is usually when I have just given him a set of commands that he blanks.
Now of course, it could be that he suffers the same problem as most males in that as soon as a female starts to use officious language with words of more than two syllables then the male becomes temporarily unable to hear. I know my father suffers from sporadic deafness and it can be most debilitating for my mother.
But that is not the problem. The Boy has Absence Seizures, a form of Epilepsy known in the old days as Petit Mal. So what is it? Well it means he blanks or zones out for a short time every ten minutes or so and has no recollection of doing so when he regains consciousness. He doesn’t fit, or twitch in fact some motor responses continue such as walking even though he is totally unaware of his surroundings. You don’t always see it happening, it can be very fleeting and if you don’t know what you are looking for, well it is nigh on impossible to find.
So for a long time we didn’t realise that there was anything particularly wrong. He just seemed to be a bit of a daydreamer, a bit clumsy and well a bit slower than the other kids at school - although I might add far too quick and cheeky at home.
Because it is so difficult to pinpoint, Absence Seizures are frequently misdiagnosed not least because many children grow out of it naturally. It in no way affects his intelligence but it does affect concentration levels, and can, and does, cause havoc with learning. If you are only getting half the instruction because you zone out on the other half you can't really learn very well can you?
In so far as trying to understand what it is like for him I imagine it is like a record that suddenly jumps. It must jar and befuddle one though he just gets on with it. His answers are a bit well surreal to some questions but on the whole a stranger who did not know better would have no idea.
However, at a time when he should be beginning to relish new found freedoms such as going to the Village Shop by himself or riding his bicycle on the road he can’t because in those moments of unconsciousness he could just as easily step out in front of a car or swerve in the road.
What is really annoying is that apart from repeating myself there is nothing I can do and for any parent that is truly frustrating. However I can raise money for Epilepsy Action. This charity has been so helpful and so marvellous in supporting us that it felt churlish not to do something in return – so in a fit of altruism I signed up to run the FloraLondon Marathon this year
For those who would like to support my endeavours with a donation towards Epilepsy Action you can do it via the internet by visiting my Justgiving fundraising page

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

In which I realise that I am not the only love in his life…

Scarlet Woman!
I am incensed. I am shocked to the core and I don’t think I will ever recover. And frankly the woman in question is old enough to be his mother – OK so she must have only been 15 at the time but it still hurts.
This does not bode well for the future does it?
The Boy has informed me this morning that he is in love with his teacher. This is the first time he has ever been in love with a woman and I don’t feel desperately comfortable with it.
I am not a jealous type, or at least I don’t think so. In fact I am quite happy for him to have a girlfriend. He’s been a kissing and a cuddling J for the best part of nine months now though I am informed they have been told at school: “Not kiss on the lips!” To which, when they tell me this, there follows paroxysms of giggles so that I can only surmise the order is totally ignored at every given opportunity.
Bearing this in mind I have said nothing to The Boy about preferring him to not love his teacher. I merely asked in a totally honest and upfront way why he loved her so much.
Him: Cos’ she’s so beautiful.
Right, the cheeky little siren…
Me: Any thing in particular that’s beautiful? Her eyes perhaps?
I’ll scratch them out
Him: She’s got lovely hair
I’ll give her hair…
Him: And she has a lovely smile
Me: It would be nice if it’s more than just looks you know, as we get older our looks tend to go away
There is silence from the back of the car.
Him: Mummy are you sad?
Me: No Darling. Why?
Him: ‘Cos your looks have gone…
Hoisted again!

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