Even Better

     The bird was hanging upside down from the feeder. He was almost frozen. He was not a happy bird. He was having a bad day-- no, not a bad moment-- a bad day. The weather had been miserably cold for a week. I found him there, removed him, and took him inside to warm him up. I set him free outside and he sang hosannas of gratitude.

     No. That's not how it happened. I saw him there upside down, his feet frozen to a metal part of the underside of the bird feeder. I wasn't sure if he was dead or alive or in torpor or what. After some hesitation, I wrapped him in a yellow towel and took him inside. He made no noise whatsoever. His legs were messed up and at odd angles. If he was dead, it would have been a mercy.

     I warmed him up by the radiator on the off-chance that he could be saved. The kitten came up and inspected him.

     I put the bird still wrapped in the yellow towel in a basket in a tree in the sun. He was not there the next morning. I figured that either he had flown away or that a desperate hungry hawk or something ate him. He was back in the thick of nature however it went.

    The fiction that I had definitely saved the little bird is preferable to what actually happened. We don't like messy endings in general. We don't like to read about little birds that might be dead or might have been eaten by a bigger bird. We want everything as it was before or even better than before.

     But life is not like that. Mother Nature is a real Muther. Nature is cruel and stalking and predatory. Nature does not give one whit about any of our wishes, desires, or dreams. Life happens and death happens. Those who are born do not in any way make up for those who die. Oh perhaps in population statistics but not in any other way.

     Even if the bird flew out of the basket, his life was not the same or even better as it had been before. His legs were injured. Even if they healed up, they were not "good as new." Even if he lived, he certainly was hobbled by his experiences.


sapphoq healing tbi says: Some well-meaning people want us to be like we were before whatever happened to each one of us that left us with damaged brains. They gush at us "Oh isn't it wonderful that the brain rewires itself?" We are beyond their gushing. We know that we are beyond magical yoga retreats and fish oil and stupid talk of brains putting themselves back together again "even better" than before.
     Think before you open your mouth to impart some fake cure or false hope. Chances are, we don't want to hear those lies. Tell us to keep working at those things that we are re-learning. Tell us that each of us has to be in charge of our own rehab. Tell us that our lives are different. Tell us that life is neither fair nor unfair. Life is sacred and nothing is promised to us. 

     No, I am not "better off" than I was before the day that my life changed forever. No, brains do not rewire themselves to be exactly the way they used to be. Yes, I certainly do have a life today. This is not the life that I signed up for but it is mine. I keep striving to work around my deficits. I keep challenging my brain. I keep doing the things that I learned that I must do for myself in order to have some kind of a life. It is easy to sit around and mope because I have brain damage now. It is better to force myself to participate in my life. It is even better to work for what I consider to be worth working for. And having a life-- even if it is a different life now-- is certainly worth working for.  

Being in Charge of My Own Rehab

     Early on in the days after my accident, I found the tbi chatroom.  It was a sanctuary for me where I could communicate with other survivors.  I learned stuff about how to cope with my brain damage and how to get on with life.  One of the best things I learned there was that I have to be in charge of my own rehab.

     I got no official cognitive treatment for my brain injury.  I was in the chatroom one night bemoaning my fate when someone spoke up and told me this: You have to be in charge of your own rehab.

               You have to be in charge of your own rehab.

     This simple truism frightened me.  With trepidation, I slowly experimented with being in charge of my own rehab.  What did that mean for me?

     Being in charge of my own rehab meant that I had to find the people who were willing to steer me towards things I could do on my own to exercise my brain.  Someone in the chatroom recommended playing brain games on the computer designed for kids.  I did.  Someone else talked about an e-group on Yahoo for survivors.  I did that too-- until I got kicked out for refusing to change my email-- and that was how I re-learned how to write sentences that made sense to others.  A third suggested a specific puzzle game.  I went out and bought that. 

     I learned how to carry a notebook and a schedule, how to research information and evaluate it, how to replace my a-motivational problems with motor-vation.  I exercised.  I fought with my natural tendency to consume way too much sugar-- something I still wrestle with now-- and forced myself to rest when I was fatigued.  I learned that I needed to find a balance between rest and challenging myself to do something new or hard or strenuous.  I joined a couple of t.b.i. support groups.  I consented to the use of a cane for long walks and in the winter.  I fell.  I got up.  My balance improved and I fell less often.  I understood that the professionals who said, "No major improvement after the first year" or "We can't fix this" were well-intentioned but wrong.

     I am not the same person that I used to be before my accident.  I would have been better off in many ways had it never happened.  But it did happen.  I have to deal with reality rather than a world of make-believe.  My brain is not as effective as it used to be.  Aphasia to a writer is a special form of hell.  And yet, I continue to improve.  I keep striving.

     Ten years out and I am still working my brain.  I am still being in charge of my own rehab.  I hope that you are also in charge of your own rehab regardless of how much or how little t.b.i.-specific treatment you are getting or not getting and regardless of what the well-meaning helpers say about your limitations.

sapphoq healing t.b.i. says:  It takes courage to dream new dreams.