Hold on to your hat now . . . This just might be the funniest punchline ever . . .
Throw in a load of laundry.
Twitter was alive with the sound of stigma at the recent news of Kelly Osbourne’s possible diagnosis of epilepsy. And as part of the unedited response to this announcement, the above (fill in the blank) was retweeted seventy-seven times in a single day.
That one person thought this was worth posting is disturbing enough, but seventy-seven?
So, I pose to the seventy-seven:
Would you be able to look into my son’s eyes, into my eyes and say that out loud?
Are other health conditions also fair game for similar vitriolic commentary–maybe something with which your mother or sister or child or best friend may have to contend?
And to everyone else who understands the horror show this truly is, I must ask:
How do I begin to explain the depths of human pathology to my seven-year-old son who has epilepsy and to his brothers who have watched him have seizure after seizure–including in the bathtub?
How do I hold onto hope for the next generation’s evolving understanding of epilepsy when Twitter, the social media playground of the young, is home to such venom?
And tonight I ask myself:
How do I look my seven-year-old son in the eye and say anything other than “I am so sorry”?