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I found something special—a letter I’d hand written to myself marked: To be opened six months later. I don’t have any memory of writing the letter, but when I read it all these years later, I was pretty impressed with what I had to say. Especially since I remember that when my rehab staff recommended journaling after my TBI, my entries were really depressing...
When I think about the role post-traumatic stress has played in our post-TBI lives, it hasn’t been present in the way many might assume. As awful and shocking as the assault was, we know that it is illogical to blame a neighborhood or even a city...
If you are caregiving for a loved one with TBI are you tired of hearing, “Isn’t it a miracle he’s here? Think of all the blessings you have in your life!”
Since the knock on our door, I have earned the title of being an overcomer. Against all odds I have watched my son complete college classes, endure endless hours of grueling therapy, and bravely try every technology available to aid his recovery.
Recovery from a TBI is not a spectator sport. Anyone who lives daily with a brain injury knows that recovery takes work! So, specifically, what have I done?
Becoming a parent and a caregiver at nearly the same time has taught me much about learning to hold on and let go in life. In some ways, the demands of these two roles are not so different. In other subtle ways, they are quite distinct.
Caregiving can be an isolating and lonely job, and it seems to feel all the more lonely in the darkness and cold of winter. Stepping outside into the sunshine is a mood booster for everyone, caregivers and TBI survivors alike. The sun recharges us.
I thought if the class wasn’t going well, I could just lie on my yoga mat in the middle of the studio and, at least, be around people for an hour. Knowing how accepting yoga is, I unrolled my yoga mat for a try.
Two injured vets—Marine Cpl. Lalo Panyagua and Army Sgt. Josh Tredinnick—explain how the non-profit Dog Tag Bakery has helped them learn about business and get ready for a new career.
This was such a big night. LoveYourBrain, Lulu Lemon, and I had officially brought yoga for TBI to a very large Pittsburgh crowd. The moment was surreal. I smiled at the audience. I was pretty Pittsburgh proud that night.
Since his injury, my husband and I have come to agree on one point: we will never fully understand each other’s struggle in this mess. And while we can never hope to fully appreciate the depth or complexity of each other’s experiences, we do our best to stay constantly respectful of the hard work that keeps us going.
I am a very average “TBI Guy.” I have ongoing memory challenges. Word-finding challenges and aphasia are my constant companions. Add a splash of vertigo and half a cup of tinnitus and you have the perfect recipe for a pretty average post-concussive life. And amazingly, today I am okay with that...
If someone you care about has a loved one who has sustained a traumatic brain injury and they tell you all is well, don’t believe them. Look beyond the surface.
What happens when the drive to play outweighs the potential risk of injury? Some high school athletes are finding ways around the precautions coaching and medical staff take to ensure their safety.
Grief is a complicated process, particularly in the case of TBI when it takes the form of ambiguous grief. Quite obviously there hasn’t been a real death, yet we find ourselves cloaked in a profound sense of loss, one that is enormously difficult to articulate to others.
These men are heroes not just for what they survived. They are heroes for living through fifty years of civilians who don’t understand them and loved ones who walk away in tears from actions and responses that, to these men, seem completely normal.
About a week into one-sided conversations, I began to get a little pissy. Yes, pissy is a word, ask the wife of any combat veteran. So I came up with three options for how to deal with this.