The “You are not the boss of me” days seem so far away now. I’ve suffered from migraines since 2006 and hemiplegic migraines since 2008. I suffer chronic and severe migraines, daily. I’ve come to a point where I’ve been basically homebound for a while now. I’ve missed more events in my life and the lives of family than I care to count. Read More
Looking back over my life, I realize I must have always been having HM attacks; as a small child I had frequent migraines, with auras & scintillating scotoma, although only now do I understand what was probably happening. At the time I could not make my experience understood by my parents or the doctors. Read More
My first experience with migraine was the result of a scuba diving accident when I was 31. It was concluded that there was nothing wrong with the dive but that my body simply could not adapt to changes in pressure. I would learn just how true that is in the years to come. My symptoms then were unusual, purely neurological—weakness, confusion, disorientation, nausea Read More
I’ve had migraine disease for quite a signification portion of my life. I was twelve years old when I experienced my first ever migraine. I had come home from a ski trip and started seeing yellow spots, had a splitting headache on the right side of my head and vomited. My mum gave me an ibuprofen and a glass of ginger tea and sent me to bed; I slept for a good part of eight hours and didn’t experience another migraine until I reached the age of sixteen. Read More
I’ve suffered with the condition since 1985, I was 5 years old when I had my first attack.
Being a child I didn’t really understand why we had to be quiet when my dad had a migraine I didn’t understand what a migraine was. I remember having my first attack and not quite understanding why my body felt funny, why when I went to touch something my hands didn’t work. The pain was horrendous and I didn’t fully understand for a couple of years what was wrong apart from having this thing that my dad had called a migraine. Once I got used to the fact I had them it was ok because I only had up to 5 a year so I could cope with it. Read More
It was 1984, and the 5th bell rang for 6th grade English. It was time to write. I grabbed my pencil and my arm felt like it was a million miles away. The life was being sucked out of my fingers and my hand felt like someone was sticking needles in it. What is going on? Will I be able to write “sfrtc” was being written on the paper by my confused brain. I think I was trying to write “there”. Read More