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Exiled in a kilt

The drugs did work

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I have mentioned a few times about my poor co-ordination and blamed it on the drugs. I thought I would clarify the situation here.

When I was an infant I suffered from seizures/convulsions. I started getting them more frequently and they would last for a longer period of time. On one visit to the doctors my mother was told that there was a danger of me suffering brain damage leading to mental retardation if I continued to have them. I was put on phenylbarbitone (Barbiturate) at 18 months, and remained on it till I was gradually weened off of them at around 5.

The drugs did what they were meant to do and I stopped having the seizures, however I do blame my poor co-ordination on taking them.

On another note: I always feel guilty/uncomfortable when I see mentally handicapped children - I originally start off feeling glad I did not turn out like that, then the guilt kicks in......
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  1. mtpspur's Avatar
    I have known a few mentally handicapped children over the years and they seem remarkably blessed in the tenderness of their hearts. I would not necessarily feel guilty about not turning out that way--they probably are glad they didn't turn out like us. (Smile icon--where are these things.) We each have our burdens.
  2. Countess's Avatar
    I'm with Mtspur. My character Bastat says....All of this restoration was achieved swiftly so that I was able to open a charitable school for handicapped children within the year. The only pleasure I desired and that was, in fact, left for me was the presence of the children. I would surreptitiously observe them from afar, delighting in their playful simplicity, in their purity of heart and motives. They did not carry the pitchy soul of the mature adult who had experienced both pain and pleasure to the point of spiritual aberration; they did not love for nefarious motives, or out of greed or lasciviousness. For these reasons I avoided them on a personal level, but would spend many hours gazing through the schoolhouse windows as they struggled to understand the difficult concepts, or watched them as they laughed while eating their lunch.
  3. kilted exile's Avatar
    Yeah, guilt is probably the wrong word (I am terrible at using language to describe my feelings) I think uncomfortable is probably better, I have difficulty being around the mentally handicapped and if I have my walkman on I will usually increase the volume and try not to look at them - just another of my foibles