I sustained my brain injury from a viral infection that creeped its way into my head while I slept on a November night in 1978. You could say that I never really woke up from this nightmare that shadowed me throughout the years while I grew up, at home, in school, at the various jobs I held.
I’ve dealt with failure, depression, discrimination, fear, isolation, frustration, anger, feeling stupid, being called stupid.
These things still lurk around the corner. I am easily fatigued, I tend to have trouble retaining information, I work at a different pace than most, and I require certain workplace accommodations.
Trauma touched my life again in 2001 when my mom fell and hit her head, and brain injury re-introduced itself. Her life has been altered ever since. She lives with Aphasia, she is unbalanced, and she can no longer drive. She seems to even deal with the same weight lose that I do.
Brain injury, I think, can be defined as episodic, focal and diffuse, varying. It affects everyone differently, but in many ways, exactly the same.
Let’s face it, life with a brain injury, whether it is two months after the initial incident or thirty years, can suck! It can suck big time!! But, life without a brain injury can also suck just as much, if not more.
I am a guy who likes to see the glass half full, even when looking into the deepest, darkest abyss. Okay, I haven’t always been like this. But over time I have come to learn that the barriers my brain injury has brought into my life, while very frustrating at times, can also be my greatest assets.
I still get scared, I often feel lonely and confused. But a part of me has also learned to embrace that vulnerability. I have grown strong and become wise. And just like me, I think we should all have the courage to be imperfect. It can be argued too that imperfection and vulnerability are two of humanities greatest traits.
Brain injury has led to all of us feeling some sort of loss I think, a desire to get back to something. I say let go of who you think you should be, and be who you are. And don’t misunderstand; this is not the easiest thing for us to do. It took me a long time of thinking I had to be a certain way, someone that I wasn’t, to fit into the so called “norm”. I still think I get caught up in that every once and a while.
But I’ve realized something. Regardless of any mishaps or horrors, regardless of this dreaded thing, brain injury, that has become part of my life, it is my life, and life is the “norm.”
There are many times that I have allowed frustrations to run wildly through my body over silly things, things I don't have and things I cannot control. But when the wave of emotion rolls into the quietness of the after moment, I come to see that I don't really need more than I got and shouldn't worry about control because it will either all work out or it won't and I'll do what I have always done..... survive and keep trying.
This is the moment when you and I should take time to close our eyes and realize that we are all superstars and that we can love as much as we can be loved.
This is the moment I stumble upon the revelation that even in my darkest hours I am surrounded by more beauty than I often acknowledge....... I think that applies to most of us.
This is the moment to laugh and to cry, to believe, to learn; learn to share, accommodate and accept. This is the moment to realize that it is alright, alright to slow down and catch a breath, to fall behind a little, to be afraid, to be different; there is nothing wrong with being different.
This is why we need to cherish our moments, however small and short lived or big and stretched out; because they are all beautiful and they are all worth it. Stand tall, and be proud of who you are. Brain injury; the ups and downs; and everything that comes with it.