My Mother Accused Me of Faking a Medical Episode—She Didn’t Know the Cameras Were Recording

rather than hidden like shameful secrets. No one monitored my phone or deleted messages from friends who mentioned my condition. No one withheld meals as punishment for seizures I couldn’t control. No one tested me to prove I was faking.

Sarah, who’d been sober for six years despite my mother’s lies, became a second mother figure—someone who understood continue reading …