#epilepsy service dog

[seizehopesworld]

She’s finally home! 🥰 Sugar, my incredible epilepsy service dog, has already shown her training in action. She helped me through a complex partial seizure with such calm and precision. I feel so blessed to have her by my side as we begin our life-changing journey together. 💜🐾 🦮

[seizehopesworld]

Honestly, I have felt this way since April 13th, 2018, which was my first gran mal seizure. My main seizure type is complex partial, but back then, I was having lots of gran mals, and it was terrifying. I say this to encourage you, in my own suffering, that you might find yourself to be an overcomer in your suffering.

Whether it’s epilepsy (which is what I talk about on my blog), anxiety, depression, bipolar, diabetes, cystic fibrosis, cancer, name any diagnosis’s you want…you can name them all, et cetera, et cetera.

In all of this, I hope you find peace in suffering, because even though you have to trudge through waters of difficulty every single day, you will find hope. And it will surround you and fill you up, and you will do the same the next day and the day after that. Because that is the deal that has been handed to us. Because that is who we are. We are strong.

ten years ago you were so scared of such different things, but you survived them anyway. the same goes for five years ago and two years ago. everything that has ever felt like a hurdle, you’ve passed through. so be afraid, identify your fears, and then allow yourself to remember that in just a little while, this will be another thing that you have overcome.

[tuptastic]

STOP RISKING SERVICE DOGS AND THEIR HANDLERS.

Yesteday, while trying to access a non-pet friendly location with my seizure and cardiac alert SDiT, we were charged by a pet dog. The owners had no control over their dog, allowed it the full six feet of the leash it was on, allowed it to rush up towards my service dog, and when I was shouting "back up, back up" and moving away they laughed at the situation and at us. They gave no apologies - only a "oh guess we have to go this way" as they dragged their dog away from my service animal.

I got inside and collapsed against the check in kiosk. I avoided a medical episode by actual slivers. My service dog behaved phenomenally for this being the SECOND TIME she has been charged and or lunged at by a dog on duty this year, but i could hardly talk or think for the entire time I was at the location, trying to get something important fixed.

It might not seem like a big deal to you to bring your dog out with you. But untrained, uncontrolled pets can cause serious harm and damage not only to service dogs but to their HANDLERS. My closest medical alert contact is an hour away. If I had had a seizure that required an ambulance (anything over a minute unresponsive as per my seizure plan), it would have taken an hour until one of my people could have gotten to the hospital to collect my dog and to help me, someone with severe and extreme medical trauma. MY HEALTH AND MY DOGS SAFETY MATTERS MORE THAN YOUR WANT TO HAVE YOUR PET.

Please. PLEASE. Stop bringing your pets places they don't need to be. It is stressful for them, stressful for us, and not fun for anyone except for you. It is selfish and cruel and terrifying for the service dog handlers who leave every day wondering if today their dog is going to be hurt. ours dogs are our best friends.

Do not take her from me.

[chaoticroots]

I don’t know if anyone even sees my posts, but if you can or want to help my friend, he has a little boy who has known nothing but hardships since he was born for years ago.

They need help!

[guardiansrescue]

This is Linkin my medical service dog

[seizehopesworld]

Yes, yes, and yes. 💜💜💜

something that i think is really key to being a good ally to disabled people is just. being willing to be flexible. understanding that our needs won’t be the same every day forever, and being willing to accommodate that.

some days i need more help than others. some days i can walk and some days i can’t. some days i can’t sit upright, some days i can. some days i can’t cook or clean or do any sort of necessary task on my own, and all i ask is that you try to understand that abilities can fluctuate, and be willing to help me even if i didn’t need that help yesterday or if i’ll need even more help tomorrow.

[the-twitchy-life]

I've been thinking about getting an assistance dog, in the vaguest of "I wonder if it's even possible" ways, bc I do have regular seizures, but they're absences, not tonic-clonics, so it doesn't feel necessary. I've coped.

And it's a good thing it's not necessary, bc when I did a google of "teachers with assistance dogs" there was almost nothing. Two elementary-age teachers, an ADA statement, and a bunch of guidance for schools on how to accommodate students with assistance animals.

Nothing about preschool teachers, which is entirely understandable. I don't think I'd want to expose a dog to my workplace every day- but I was curious if anyone else had. At least on Duck Duck Go, it looks like nobody had.

[mysteriousxmidnight]

I see a lot of HoH Steve and a lot of epilepsy Steve. Now gimme Steve with a service dog, please and thank you.

[kitsunesflames]

Just a thought that won’t leave my head. Just a few years ago I was this teen.

This teen had a small service part-time job where I had to stand for four to five hours. I didn’t know what breaks were.

Every two weeks I’d get this check for $84. $98 if I was lucky and got to work a Sunday morning.

And I’d be so excited every time that check was handed to me. I’d be smiling for the rest of that day.

I would just wiped down tables, roll silverware, and seat people. That was my job parameters at least in the beginning.

I was so happy with each little check I got, smiling when I got home late even if my service dog in training at the time made a mess for me to clean up when the sun was down.

I started to sweep the restaurant, take out the trash, sort the silverware out and if I found rolled silverware that wasn’t clean enough to me I’d reroll the entire set and send back the dirty ones. I’d take drink orders for waitresses having a bad day or just needed a little help that day. I’d write down orders for them occasionally too.

I’d talk to customers and keep them happy and entertained while they were waiting to check out. I’d engage with them so they wouldn’t get mad that their waitress wasn’t immediately there to take their bill.

I got tipped once for just talking to a costumer while her waitress was calming down from a huge rush. I didn’t understand tipping very well then. Still don’t. This lovely woman put a twenty dollar bill into my hands. She was from England visiting family for the holidays. I lived all the stories each costumer was willing to tell me.

When the costumer left I tried to give that tip to the waitress in charge of the costumers table. I didn’t understand how that money was meant for me. My job was to sit people, clean tables off, and roll silverware after all. Nothing to be tipped over.

That waitress, she grabbed my hands and had me cover the bill, and slide it into my pockets. I think I understand now today why she did that. The only thing she said to me, “This money is meant for you hon. Just don’t tell no one that you were given it.” I didn’t understand why she didn’t take the cash that I was convinced was meant for her, and I didn’t understand why she seemed so sad when I tried to refuse that twenty.

I had a seizure three months into the job while on the clock. My shift was ten minutes from ending. It wasn’t even a gran mal, and no costumers saw me seize. My mother got me and took me home early. I was said that I didn’t get to finish my shift. I’d been recently diagnosed, I guess you could say I was still in denial. That was my last shift at that job.

I wasn’t fired. I didn’t quit. I had a single on site mioclonic seizure at the end of my shift and I was no longer being called in. I asked too when my next shift was. My uncle worked at that same place, he came to me one night and handed me a check for $64 dollars.

I was frustrated. I wanted to go back to work. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t go back to sitting people and rolling silverware. I wanted to small at my bi weekly check that wasn’t much.

I miss those checks. I miss having a job. I tried two years after that to apply for another job. It was smooth sailing until the in person interview. My service dog was working and by my side 24/7 at that point. The in person interview didn’t last five minutes.

I miss the routine, I miss my busy work, I miss my small conversations, and I miss my tiny checks that said, “You got paid! You did work and you have the proof!”

I don’t smile as much anymore. I can’t drive. My work experience is that one job that I loved too much.

But I don’t know how I’d even start to get that little happiness back. I miss it. I have part time online college classes, but a good grade isn’t the same as a check, even a tiny one. I have a 4.0, and that doesn’t make me smile. But a check that was $84 had me smiling for days.

[seizehopesworld]

A little louder for the people in the back! 🙌🏼🙌🏼

Being disabled is okay. And what this also means, is that making accommodations for yourself is okay as well.

Sit down in the shower. Go somewhere else to work on assignments if you can’t focus around people. Wear noise canceling headphones in public. Use mobility aids if they help, and don’t worry if you “need” them. You are as deserving of help as anyone else is. You’re not any different. If something helps you, do it.

And on the same note, if something isn’t helping you, stop doing it. You don’t owe anyone your suffering. Do what makes being alive the most comfortable for you.

[seizehopesworld]

“Command K9 Service Dog Training”

This is a wonderful organization in Florida and their service dogs are very sweet! I hope someone finds a dog through this program!

Unfortunately, it’s not free but their dogs are incredibly intelligent and there are grants out there for many disabilities and veterans. :) They have pups that will hopefully be out by Fall 2025 so there is also plenty of time to save up.

Again, they are a wonderful training team! The dogs are trained not only by a wonderful team but by a US veteran herself who trained dogs in the army.

https://www.instagram.com/command_k9_behavior

[petpetisy]

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[caffeinatedbibliophile24]

The Match by Sarah Adams

I first read this book in 2021 and loved it. I recently received an ALC (Advanced Listening Copy) from Librofm for the new audio version and devoured it! Going back to Charleston with Evie and Jacob was like visiting an old friend. I was amazed at how much of the book I remembered from last time I read it. As someone who does not have a great memory, that speaks volumes to how good the book…

[jasonaaronpro]

Liz Boskovich and Medical Mutts: Transforming Lives with Service Dogs

Liz Boskovich from Medical Mutts shares how they transform shelter dogs into life-saving service animals. Discover their impactful work and upcoming charity event. #MedicalMutts #ServiceDogs #Charity

Join us for an inspiring segment featuring Liz Boskovich from Medical Mutts. Discover how they rescue shelter dogs and train them to become life-saving service animals. Liz shares the journey of transforming these dogs into medical alert companions for people with invisible disabilities such as epilepsy, diabetes, PTSD, and more. Learn about their upcoming “Dogs and Designers Purse Bingo” event…

[colleenbooksfiction]

New Release on Amazon, in paperback. IVY'S EPILEPSY. Ivy is 10 when she experiences her first seizure. Story of hope & support as Ivy (pictured here with her alert dog) navigates adolescence. She befriends two others, Gretta and Reilly, who also have epilepsy. Read how the fearsome threesome learn that epilepsy does not have to control their lives. Book is filled with a great deal of charts, puzzles, pics and information. 80 pages. Based on true story of author.

[guardiansrescue]

This is Linkin my medical service dog h

He’s a 2 year old golden doodle