Seizures can take on so many different appearances. From simple staring spells to tonic-clonic (or grand mal seizures) with full loss of consciousnesses, convulsions, and occasionally loss of bladder control. Memory loss associated with seizures is quite common. My boyfriend’s case, however, is anything but common. When he has his bad seizures, especially when his breathing stops for any length of time, I become fearful he will forget. Sometimes it’s just his surroundings, but at other times it’s everything, me, us, his family, even who he is. We can be sitting, watching TV, everything fine. I can leave the room for five minutes, and the next thing I know, he’s in the middle of a very bad seizure. Immediately I feel terrible for having left. At least for being gone so long. I go to him, rub his head and talk him through it, telling him everything is okay, that he’s safe. Inside, I’m terrified. Not of the seizure itself–that I can handle. But rather of the outcome. Often he stops breathing, experiences convulsions, jerking of his head, arms and legs. At times his memory loss seizures are quick and unexpectedly devastating. I think those are the worst, the ones that sneak up on you and leave a wake of devastation in it’s path. At the end of it all, 10 seconds or 10 minutes later, he comes out scared and confused. Often he bounces back to his happy, wonderful self quickly, maybe a day or so. But other times, at least once a month, it takes him far longer to make his way back, having to relearn his home, family, everyone close to him.