It's so disheartening to realize that this attitude can still exist in our school systems. When I was 3, I took a fall that caused a blood clot on my brain and I had grand mal seizures as a result. As time passed, the pressure on my brain was relieved and I had no seizures for years. It wasn't until I was 15 that I contracted scarletina and it brought the seizures back temporarily. I never did have a seizure at school in my teenage years but my mother thought it best to discuss it w/my teachers in advance, should one occur in the classroom. My science teacher transferred me to another class and said to me "You're not going to fall on the floor and shake in my classroom and scare the hell out of all my students!"

My mother was too timid to take him on, my father wanted to kill him. I just wanted to die. I talked to the principal about it and he said "You're still getting an education, so no harm done." Really? No harm done? Why is it then, at age 60, the pain of simply recalling this incident makes me shake w/anger? As a result of this "teacher's" attitude and stinging words, I learned to keep my problems to myself, to not seek out help. My teenage years could have been sweeter had I been experienced enough to know that the seizures weren't the problem; this "teacher" was. I was burdened w/shame and embarrassment for years. I finally realized one day that I was letting some insensitive jerk (and I don't usually indulge in name calling but I can't think of anything nice to say about this guy) keep me from trusting and living my life regardless of any disability I might have. This teacher just does not realize, and probably wouldn't care if she did realize, the damage she has done. Shame on her and shame on the school system if they allow her to continue to teach. What she's teaching is intolerance and that just should not be allowed, legally, ethically or morally.