Over the course of my diagnosis [’04-’05] I learned life-lessons by listening to adults and upholding pockets of resistance against those same people. All of life felt revolutionary in my narrow experience.
One adult to whom I listened was my neurologist. Mostly because he spoke more than he listened. He was my doctor for a relatively long time.
On his recommendation I took one medication, then abruptly switched to another. The new one was Keppra. At the time it was a part of the new generation of anti-convulsants with minimal side-effects. I took that medication and continued having seizures until I maxed out the Keppra at three grams a day.