Reflected Feelings

I feel shame when my epilepsy disrupts a family day, but I’m supposed to be proud of my other accomplishments.

I feel fear and helplessness when others witness my seizure but I’m supposed to be a helper and not be afraid.

I feel the anger of others when my involuntary noises interrupt a meeting, when I’m supposed to be quiet and attentive.

I feel your intolerance when 

I am unable to control myself.

but I’m supposed to tolerate myself.

I feel respected

when I show that 

this condition is 

my responsibility

I feel accepted

when I accept myself.

I feel love and affection from others

when I have learned to love myself.

“Feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they 

aren’t susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly, 

spreading underground, and erupt suddenly, all over the place.

~ Brian Eno