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That sounds like a nightmare, sparkelz. At least the police finally showed some reason. Is there any way you could talk to Robert's parents? Or maybe get your parents to do it, if they won't listen to you? Perhaps find some literature to show that even if he poured your pills down his throat with a funnel, he wouldn't get high. Some people seem to have this wierd belief that a pill, any sort of pill, will get you loaded. Great Misconceptions about Epilepsy No. 927...

I'm not sure about embracing epilepsy either. It's a vile condition and that's the end of it. What you shouldn't do, though, is feel any sort of shame. We've got the thing and that's not our fault. And if anyone gives you a hard time because of it, that's for one reason only. They're morons. Don't listen to excuses about fear or peer pressure or anything else. They're morons and there's nothing more to be said.

Accidentally leaving something in a friend's car is an understandable mistake. Putting someone through the grinder because they made that mistake, or because they're an epileptic, is just stupid. You shouldn't be ashamed at all, sparkelz, but it sounds like some other people should.

hey, sparkelz (I hope I spelled that right),

Sorry to hear about this mess.
Here's a little true story: Once upon a time someone with TLE was arrested, and because she didn't have her bottles with her name and scrip stickers from the pharmacy on them, the cops didn't give her her meds when she was in jail overnight and she flipped out.

That woman was my mom. Whoops. Darn genetic illnesses.

Anyway, I carry my meds bottles around in a little lunchbox that I keep in my knapsack. What's in my pocket doesn't have the scrip stickers on it, but they're pretty much always within reach.

And I do my best not to attract police attention.

The police also saved my mom's life a few times, back when she was on the wrong meds.

I don't walk around thinking about how I'm sick a lot, and I don't let it color my life too much, but I do understand feeling the way you do. I usually pitch little 5-minutes fits to that tune and then get on with my life, 'cause I get really bored being sad about it.

I didn't ask for it, and it's so not fair. My mom didn't know she was sick when she had me. I figure the best way I can pay it forward is to either adopt, not have kids, or have any fetus that might one day grow inside me genetically tested (but that's really heavy stuff; but so is the cost of meds and knowingly bringing a kid into this world knowing it will have to deal with what I have). Luckily, that's not stuff you'll have to deal with for a few years yet, at least. :heart:

It's very frustrating, sometimes. You're definitely not alone!