One thing that she's been good about is no alcohol consumption. I can count the number of times she's drank alcohol on one hand and have fingers left over. She's acutely aware of the effects alcohol can have on an epileptic, especially when taking meds.
When we met, she had been seizure free and off meds for 16 years. We got married, had a son, and he was 7 years old when she had her first seizure in about 24 years. It was a grand mal. I'll never forget it, nor will our son. She was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. We were talking and she suddenly became unresponsive. I called her name and she just stood there staring blankly. Then she dropped the glass, collapsed to the floor, and started convulsing. Fortunately I knew her past and even tho I was scared I remained calm, but still called 911. That was one of about 3 grand mal seizures she's had since I've known her. Most of the time they're absence seizures where she just blanks out.
Her seizures were very infrequent, and once the few months passed where she was legally allowed to drive again, I reluctantly didn't argue with her about it. Well, she did eventually get into an accident... or 2... nothing deadly serious, but bad enough. It reached a stage where, while she's not having constant seizures, they're frequent enough that it just isn't safe for her to drive anymore, the law be damned. Here in AZ you're allowed to drive again after 3 months seizure-free. Something that she's very aware of, but I, and her Dr didn't want her driving anymore. That devastated her. She's always had a car since she was a teenager. That, combined with the new med led to a lot of arguments between us. Her wanting to drive, and me putting my foot down and refusing to give in. We had a really bad argument one morning on the way to work. She was letting me have it about driving, and I'd had enough. Her cognitive issues mean that sometimes she has the reasoning of a pre-teen. I hit the brakes hard enough for her phone to fall out of her lap onto the floor, and I dressed her down right there. "I do not want to get a phone call from a stranger telling me that you've been in a serious accident! I don't want to have to go to a hospital, see you lying there with a swollen head and tubes coming out of you while I listen to a Dr telling me that I need to make a decision whether or not to discontinue life support! What if you hurt or kill someone else?? WHY DON'T YOU GET THAT?? DAMNIT!"
Things changed between us after that argument. She changed after that. She withdrew and became distant. That is also almost precisely the same time her new med(s) reached peak dosage and her AP came into the picture. He too, just happens to be epileptic, and they'd been friends for quite a while. They had that connection, and of course he was way more understanding than I could ever possibly be, and of course he drives despite the danger. She started venting to him about her condition, me refusing to let her drive, our lack of a sex life, the unfairness of it all, and he swooped right in on that. Fucking asshole.
I've since done a lot of reading and research on epilepsy, became first aid certified in dealing with seizures, and learned there's a lot more going on than just having occasional seizures. Depression is very common, and would be especially amplified after having gone so long without any issues, then have it come back after so many years. I know now that she probably should have gotten some counseling for that. It also affects mood, thinking, energy levels, loss of independence, constant fear, and some physical effects as well, and that's not even taking into account the medication, which just exacerbates it.
I'm really glad that she's in counseling now, and she's been getting a lot out. She's obviously been discussing the A, but there's significant focus on her epilepsy and her relationship with her mother as well. Without getting into detail, her last 2 sessions were basically just her letting out some of the hard emotions she has toward her. Ma is getting older now, she's been a bit more demanding lately, and seems to forget or dismiss sometimes that her daughter can't drive now... which just feels like it's being rubbed in her face. They also discussed the likelihood of her new med influencing some of her decisions and mood changes, which she brought up to me, and I reminded her that no matter what effect her meds might have on her, she still knew/knows the difference between right and wrong, and she acknowledges that.
Anyway, progress? She seems to be responding very well to therapy. After her session yesterday she came into the room, wrapped her arms around me and said, "I just want to tell you how much I love you. I'm so lucky to have you, and I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I'm so grateful you've given me another chance, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you if you'll allow it."
Not gonna lie, I had to choke back a tear or two. It really made me feel good to hear that from her. I love her to death, and she's... we've really been putting in the work to change and fix things. We no longer argue about driving. Our old marriage is dead, and I think in many ways that's a good thing. We had many issues, not the least of which was horrible communication. That's gone now. Our communication has improved leaps and bounds, and our new relationship is so much better, and so much stronger now. Our intimacy level has gone off the charts, and not just physically. We've made incredible progress in such a short period of time. I really believe were going to make it, and we're going to be much stronger than before. I just hate the circumstances that led to it.
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