When I Feel Embarrassed After A Seizure

Dazed and confused, attempting to regain my bearings and my sight as vision is still a blurry smeared mess, I am able to make out the dead silence that surrounds me or muffled whispers among one another. Choosing to stand at least ten feet away from me, staring at me like I might explode or do something inhuman. I gather that those who aren’t used to witnessing someone having a seizure or who have never witnessed a seizure at all, are either extremely curious (we’re human, we’re curious by nature), terrified that a person is having this sort of reaction, or eager to want to help in any way that they can, unfazed.