I could relate to the article about artist Paula Hayes, who has epilepsy (“Coming Out,” October/November 2016, http://bit.ly/NN-PaulaHayes). I've had epilepsy since I was 7 years old. After being diagnosed in 1970, the doctors told my mother I would never go to school, never drive or get a job, never get married or have children. My mother grabbed my hand and told the doctors to go to hell. Although I was discriminated against as a child—people thought epilepsy was contagious, and I had few friends—I went on to graduate from school, drive, get a job, get married, and have children. All I wanted was to be normal. Then I realized I am normal. My kind of normal. Like Paula Hayes, I'm no longer going to be ashamed of myself and my illness. I'm not going hide. That only furthers the stigma of having epilepsy.