I was 7 years old when I first had a seizure in school. My doctors told me that this didn’t always mean that a person had epilepsy, but, after having a cluster of 3 seizures just after lunch one day, I went on to have an EEG and MRI, the results of which led to my doctors diagnosing me with epilepsy. They diagnosed me with a rare form of Reflex epilepsy known as Eating Epilepsy.

People around me used to make fun of me all the time as I stood there: in the spotlight, frozen, trying to recollect something, or to locate the words in my brain about the story I was telling them or the presentation I was giving. Whatever the occasion, by the time that I’d come to, I knew that I’d screwed up. But I don’t blame the people for being mean either…

It’s been 9 years since I have been seizure free, but I never had the courage to share with the world until I learned how resilient is my brain. In traditional cultures, having a disability is like a scar and people would still continue discriminate you even if you do not have that disability. Unlike western countries, I was raised in India and got brain damage when I was 7 months.