Saint among the syndromes.

By November 2005 I had despaired of science, and it seemed science, in turn, had despaired of me. My neurologist, with few equals in a city dense with medical specialists, had enlisted the help of many of them. My medications changed, my hours changed, my diet changed, but the seizure episodes remained constant.

I was six weeks away from being diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome and 10 months away from learning how noisy, echoic environments inexorably lower my seizure threshold. I happened to be working in such an environment, a sheltered workshop, when a complex partial ...

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