I guess I prefer these sorts of books when they are first-person accounts at least. I’d heard about TLE a long time ago, but literally had no clue whatsoever that it had anything to do with me because it was always this sensationalist lurid account of someone who runs outside the house with no clothes on and thinks they see God. It wasn’t until I read a first-person account of it by someone who had it — not filtered through some chump journalist who belonged on the Weekly World News — that I realized it was the same thing I had. I was diagnosed afterwards.