My Mother Accused Me of Faking a Medical Episode—She Didn’t Know the Cameras Were Recording

I always knew when a seizure was coming. The metallic taste would flood my mouth first, sharp and wrong like biting aluminum foil. Then colors would intensify until they hurt to look at, and that strange déjà vu would wash over me—the certainty that I’d lived this exact moment before, even though I knew I hadn’t. My neurologist called it an aura, the continue reading …