(Westlake, OH USA)
Okay, here is my story. I was a teacher of children with multiple disabilities in an urban school district.
When I was 66, I planned to work at least four more years. I was lucky to love my job, be healthy for my age, and saw retirement as a distant stage of life.
Then I had two epileptic seizures on my job, a week apart. One, I fell and cracked my head on a door jamb. The other seizure, I fell down a flight of stairs. Was diagnosed with epilepsy, and I started an appropriate medical regime. But I lost my job. I understand liability and safety concerns, but it was a bad day when I left my job.
My epilepsy is well controlled now, but jobs are not plentiful for a 75-year-old woman with that illness. I write, I draw, I read, but I also live with depression and sadness and the conviction life is over, and I am useless.
My husband is no help. He thinks I am useless too. I can't drive with my epilepsy.
Hope others are doing better than I am.