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When Vulnerability Meets Exploitation

Have you ever been taken advantage of because of your disability? Have you ever found yourself in a vulnerable situation and not known where to turn for help? This article is difficult for me to write, but I believe it is an important conversation for our community. Personal relationships can be challenging after a traumatic brain injury (TBI). While we often talk about recovery, symptoms, accommodations, and support, we talk far less about vulnerability. Yet vulnerability is something many of us face every day. Over the past several years, I found myself in a relationship that gradually became unhealthy. Looking back, I can now see warning signs that I either missed or explained away. What began as a supportive and caring partnership slowly evolved into a situation where criticism, control, and financial decisions increasingly worked against my best interests. At the time, I believed I was making reasonable choices based on trust. Like many survivors, I wanted to believe the best in s...

Define Improvement

I hit a milestone the other day. It was a major win. It is probably my first major win since the accident eight years ago. Most of the medical community agrees that major improvements don't occur over five years out for a traumatic brain injury survivor. But maybe they don't know what the definition of improvement is. We were pretty excited when we arrived. Things were looking good. It hadn’t rained on the drive, so a migraine hadn’t started behind my eyes. No traffic jams, either, so only minor nausea. There was a disabled parking spot in the closest lot. Friendly volunteers stood outside giving people directions. My husband immediately jumped out of the truck. I sat tight, knowing this was just the beginning. I watched as he scouted the sidewalk and the building entrance, eventually disappearing inside. I knew he was looking for the shortest, simplest route. And checking the stairs versus the elevator. Elevators are nice but very much a gamble. They can stop on every floo...

From Border Force To Brain Injury: Rebuilding A Life

Before April 7th, 2018, I had what I would describe as a settled, secure, and purposeful life. I was working with the Australian Border Force at the APS6 level, a senior role that required independent thinking, leadership, and accountability. I wrote operational plans, directed officers in the field, and was trusted to make decisions in complex environments. I had a career. I had structure. I had certainty about who I was and where I was going. And then, in a single moment, all of that disappeared. On that day, I was out cycling on a public road when I collided with a car and sustained a severe diffuse axonal traumatic brain injury. I have no memory of the accident itself. What I do remember is waking up from an induced coma in Flinders Hospital with no understanding of where I was, what had happened, or even who I was meant to be in that moment.    I remember feeling overwhelmingly hot, confused, and terrified. I was trying to pull tubes and sensors off my body, not unde...

Game Changer

I am going to use two words that I have never connected to my traumatic brain injury: game changer.   About a year ago I began treatment for my traumatic brain injury in a new facility. My neurologist had recently retired, and I had spent almost a year unsuccessfully trying to find a new one. She had been with me since the car accident. A few years in, however, she confessed that the complexity of my case had outreached her. My recovery had slowed to a crawl, and then a stop. I was desperate, and almost without hope. After several months of pestering everyone on my care team for possible leads, I moved on to pestering my friends. One friend (a stroke survivor) contacted her neurologist. He put me in touch with a physiatrist at the Neuroscience Center in Minnesota, where we lived. A physiatrist is trained to use a holistic viewpoint to consider how all of the body systems connect and affect each other. She was considered a specialist in TBIs. At my first appointment, my husband ...

Afraid to Discuss

  Susan Gallant, a brain injury survivor and BIHN volunteer, submitted this article for publication. Early on after my own injury, I struggled with suicidal thoughts on a daily basis, and I am grateful that I am still here.   If you have a moment, I encourage you to read Susan’s article. It is as real and honest as it gets. If you feel moved, take a moment to show Susan some love in the comments. That is what we do here. We support and encourage each other.   ~D     ===============   𝗔𝗙π—₯π—”π—œπ—— 𝗧𝗒 π——π—œπ—¦π—–π—¨π—¦π—¦   I think about no longer wanting to be present in this place right now. I am experiencing a dreadful day, which commenced at 3 AM when I awoke.   I managed to do a group meeting, after which I felt the need to lie down for a while, as I had nothing left to contribute to the day. I intended to rest for only 30 minutes. However, I awoke two hours later, feeling as though I had been struck by a bus, and I desire to escape this world. ...

Holiday Update: Cancelled

Have you ever tried canceling a holiday? I highly recommend it. Since I have had a traumatic brain injury, I have spent most of the major holidays in bed. A common, though often misunderstood, side effect of a brain injury is neural fatigue. It can leave the brain and body sick with exhaustion. All of this is to say that, frankly, the holidays can suck. The combination of stress, travel, and interacting with people tends to leave me completely drained. This can happen to me several times a year, but always around the holidays. In eight years, I had never made it through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Eve without spending at least one of them sick from exhaustion. It happens so often that my husband and I started working it into our holiday schedule, warning people that all plans were tentative. It's a tough position to leave your loved ones in and may often leave them confused. I have feared that people see me as fickle, cancelling events if we don’t feel like go...

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π—”π—―π—Όπ˜‚π˜ π—¦π˜‚π—Ώπ˜ƒπ—Άπ˜ƒπ—Όπ—Ώ 𝗧𝗼 π—¦π˜‚π—Ώπ˜ƒπ—Άπ˜ƒπ—Όπ—Ώ 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘷π˜ͺ𝘷𝘰𝘳 π˜›π˜° 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘷π˜ͺ𝘷𝘰𝘳 π˜ͺ𝘴 𝘒𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 π˜‰π˜π˜π˜• 𝘴𝘦𝘳π˜ͺ𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘒𝘯 𝘎𝘒𝘭𝘭𝘒𝘯𝘡, 𝘴𝘩𝘒𝘳π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘡 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘀𝘡π˜ͺ𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭π˜ͺ𝘧𝘦 𝘒𝘧𝘡𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘒π˜ͺ𝘯 π˜ͺ𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘸π˜ͺ𝘡𝘩 𝘡𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘒𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘡𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯π˜₯𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘡𝘰𝘰π˜₯, 𝘒𝘯π˜₯ 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘡𝘦π˜₯.     π—§π—›π—˜ 𝗣𝗒π—ͺπ—˜π—₯ 𝗒𝗙 π—–π—’π—‘π—‘π—˜π—–π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ π—œπ—‘ π—•π—œπ—›π—‘ I find that waking up each day after a brain injury can feel like throwing the dice to see what you get. Is it going to be a good TBI day or a difficult TBI day? Some mornings I wake up with panic attacks or very negative thoughts.   This past Saturday I woke up at 3 a.m. and didn’t sleep well. I was a mess. I tried using the tools I’ve learned over the years, but I just couldn’t seem to calm myself down. I felt like I was spiraling downward and knew I needed to reach out for help.   The first person I thought of who w...