Or maybe it was because of the things I had heard about epilepsy and about people living with epilepsy: that they would never live on their own; that they would never travel on their own or even get work; that they were outcasts, with a spirit in them that they needed to be delivered from.
O galbūt dėl dalykų, kuriuos girdėjau apie epilepsiją ir žmones, gyvenančius su ja. Tai, kad jie negali gyventi savarankiškai, kad jie negali keliauti vieni ar net gauti darbą. Kad jie yra „autsaideriai“ su juose esančia šmėkla, nuo kurios jie turi būti išvaduoti.