Reminder to tell doctors: I had a mild seizure in my sleep on Sept 30 2014 - 9:40am - It woke me, and I just had to ride it out.

When I had seizures like this as a child, my parents refused to take me to a doctor. Things they thought, when I told them about my symptoms (I never used the word "seizure", because I was just a kid and didn't even have a clue about myself having seizures. I said I was shaking all over and couldn't prevent it.):

At one point they were convinced I was just making it up for attention (because every child wants to be noticed by the very people that keep confusing them with a piñata)

Mom became convinced it was DA DEVIL, and that it was coming and making my bed shake, and that it was proof that I was a "bad seed" (when I was very little, she used to tell me horrid things about how I was the spawn of satan - charming things to tell a child at bedtime)

At a certain point they just decided I was "crazy" and wanting to make them miserable too with my imaginings

This was my childhood experience.

This was how I navigated illness growing up.