At 19 months old, I was put on a medication called phenobarbital, which was “older than Moses.”
My first cognizant memory of being on medication is when my friends asked me, “what does it taste like?” “Cherry.” And so, my fate was sealed. I’d always be the first one
Originally published as The Counting of My Seizures: A Carousel to the Promised Land at RespectAbility
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