Disclaimer: I am angry. And sad. And overwhelmed. And it’s ok if you disagree. I will not engage or defend my feelings. They are mine and I reserve the right to feel them.
November is epilepsy awareness month. The month when the epilepsy community posts daily pictures of fingernails painted purple and images of purple ribbons show up everywhere. They’re so pretty the way they stand out on your coat, fluttering softly in the autumn breeze. They are a beautiful symbol of…absolutely nothing. They trivialize the suffering and anguish and fear that epilepsy families live every day. They are a way to make others feel good in a way that is only a farce to me. If you want to spread awareness spread it in a way that accurately represents those that you purport to support. Spread it in a way that validates an honest representation what they go through instead of a way that is frankly just easier to see.
Within the past week just within the online epilepsy community that I connect with 2 children are dead. 2 families are grieving, gasping, begging for their children back. Somehow I don’t think that slapping a purple ribbon on those coffins would be anything more than a slap in the face for those families.
Epilepsy isn’t pretty. You can’t paste a pretty ribbon on and call that awareness. The only thing purple about epilepsy is the shade of my daughters face when she’s deprived of oxygen as air is forced from her diaphragm. And it’s not pretty. It’s scary as hell. Epilepsy is all colors. It’s the green of a plant that could save countless lives. It’s the green of my envy when I see a healthy child my daughters age. It’s the blue that tinges her lips and fingers as the seizure claims her. It’s the red of broken blood vessels in her eyes from seizing so hard. It’s the yellow bruises as they fade from black to purple to yellow from falling during yet another seizure. It’s the orange and blue and pink and white pills that we shovel down her throat everyday in a valiant but wasted effort to keep seizures at bay. Epilepsy is the black that you wear to your child’s funeral. It’s the pink of her rouged cheeks as she lies in her coffin. Epilepsy is the void of every missed moment in your life that seizures or fear from seizures stole. Epilepsy awareness is in the bravery of those who open their lives and share images of those moments. The hard ones. The vulnerable ones. The REAL ones.
Epilepsy is not just purple. And it’s definitely not pretty like a ribbon we put on it to make others feel more comfortable. Fuck your purple ribbon. I want a cure.