Nerl naked and covered with a tissue and make my mini morgue, the theme of death has since struck me, begs the eternal memory of my mother, "things have pretty please !!!!!" ; ...
At school I was always the "weird" spoke little and had almost no friends, teachers sent always call my mother and told her it was hard-working and my grades were excellent but little or no socializing , it was too serious and that seemed to live within myself. My brother always told me that my brain was weird .. but I never really imagined to what degree he was right.
agoA few years looking into the books of my father have any that I had not read, I found a yellow envelope and large, seemed to have many pages inside. I opened it and discovered it was the impression of an EEG, I would like 16 or 17 and I amused myself trying to understand clinical study that obviously did not succeed .. and put back on the leaves to me noticed it had a label attached to the patient's name. The name was mine.
asked my parents but I always said I was told to do these studies when I was a child bywho thought he was hyperactive, because they were rare things hacíaa times. I do not believe it much because I can remember things that happened when I was a year old and I could never remember the day when I did these studies and I realized then that I had in my mind a great lagoon could not remember what had happened several years of my childhood ... also I realized that since I can remember I have always suffered from absences .. times when I'm "gone" and return do not know if spent 2 minutes or an hour ... but the thing was there.
Years passed and each timeI played the theme evaded everyone, until one day, a few months ago my father talking to my cousin who was sick, and so extended talk like that, I said, your mom came to work when you're sick because you were very wrong with seizures, I had to be sedated all the time, and when we thought you were good, you start walking and vanished ...
I said, ahh yeah ... but I really be so O_o!
When I confronted my mother denied it, but yesterday he told me the whole truth:
I started walking when I had a talk Anoy fluidamente when he was 2 and a half, everyone in the family were fascinated me, I learned to read at age 3 and a half and all seemed to go fine, until one day the seizures started .. well, actually I'm not sure how it all started because I still do not tell the whole story as it was.
What I know is it was a very serious neurological disease, I stopped talking and walking and the whole family, but toode, twenties who are living facts about seas of tears because they thought I would never to again be the same girl, I dunno, I guess then I was as a vegetable for a few hours and how obviousue everyone in my family see me as a miracle and I have spent several years of my life wasted that miracle ... I made many mistakes ...
I'm thinking that children with neurological problems in many cases develop artistic skills ... maybe it was that ...
do not know, but my mother said to me one of these days I'll tell you how it started and how it came out ....
maybe there all my questions are resolved.
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