Hello everyone.
Some of you may be aware that my life with encephalitis started 40 years ago. In that time I've lived a normal life, I've got married, had children, had bad jobs and good jobs. I've steered a glider and been told I was the first person he'd taken up who gently moved the stick, so as to not let it spin, apparently I was a natural. I've written short stories and poems, even read my work out to a room full of people. I've lived in Germany with my RAzf husband, I've driven a car, painted rooms and paintings in oil. I've had a wonderful, full and happy life. The one problem was the aftereffects and the reaction I had from people who seemed offended at my inability to remember things I'd only just been told. I didn't know that it was a problem to anyone but me, until I found this group and learned that I don't need to be ashamed, embarrassed or even sorry, because this is me.
Today, I typed up my story and posted it on Facebook, so that all the people who are my friends, who care about me and I care about can truly be a part of my life.
I've spent most of this evening with tears in my eyes, because of the beautiful and caring comments that people have le can take from this is tgat you are you, you're not your friends and you're not the people who get frustrated by your difficulties. Let your friends in and let them know that things won't always be easy. Let them really know you, because you have no reason to hide who you are.
