tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998250393580256984.post3707089732346918146..comments2024-03-27T10:39:55.675+00:00Comments on Gum on My Shoe: I Once Knew a Genius Who Ended up a Simpleton: My Brother Gabriel Had Epilepsy and Bipolar Disorder, by Marie AbangaGum On My Shoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02794936633523639600noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998250393580256984.post-25759902018210792852017-09-27T10:05:40.341+01:002017-09-27T10:05:40.341+01:00Oops I don't know why it reads ...shortly (tha...Oops I don't know why it reads ...shortly (that was an oversight)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13707328441950103561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998250393580256984.post-69061408475604274502017-09-27T10:04:02.681+01:002017-09-27T10:04:02.681+01:00Hi Martin and Fran,
It's been an honour for m...Hi Martin and Fran,<br /><br />It's been an honour for me to contribute this post to your website. As a follow up; I just learned from mum that the bipolar diagnosis was never confirmed (whatever this means) and you can imagine how confussing and distressing this is for me. It is true my brother was on a vast cocktail of meds shortly and was actually found dead leaning over his medecine box (his life had been reduced to what I call in post: 'Take my meds'), but I think a full diagnosis and treatment plan would have helped him much more than what he got both from medical practice and us his family (no friends he had). If 3 years later I am still unable to say outright he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I can only imagine how confusing it was for him not to know what exactly was wrong with him other than epilepsy. Am glad to have written this post anywayAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13707328441950103561noreply@blogger.com