How often have I been told “you really should write a book”?

I can’t even remember or count, I just know that it has constantly cropped up in my life. “You are a teacher….. You have a gift….. You are awe-inspiring…..You make it safe to try….. You are truly an old soul…..Humanity needs you…..” “You need to write”

I hear the words and just shrug. I do not know that I am all of this. I feel I am average, I know I have a kind heart, I know I will fight for injustice and the underdog. I know I will sacrifice myself for another. I know I will stand true to my principles regardless of the cost. I know I am loyal, trustworthy, and reliable. I know I am capable. I know I will survive. I do not know that I am this great teacher that makes huge impacts in other peoples lives.

Here I sit, after half a century, finally writing. I’m not sure where this will lead, but I hope it is all that it is supposed to be.

I guess it all started with my birth. I was supposed to be a boy as that was what was wanted. I never knew it at the time, but innately I must have sensed my mother’s disappointment as I spent most of my life doing boy things and boy careers if there is such a thing nowadays. A constant struggle to prove I was worthy and deserving of love. From where I am now I realize it was a waste of my energy and youth. Having realized what inner peace, happiness and total contentment can really feel like has been the best thing I have ever achieved — not saying I manage to stay there 24/7!. If, I am supposed to be the great teacher, I hope that my writing helps you to achieve the same. I have chosen to call my book “Me and…Who? This book will take the form of many different episodes of my life all compiled under  Me and …Who? It is up to you the reader to put them in order if you want order. Me and…Who? is about me and all that I knew or thought I was, and the discovery of who I am after traumatic brain injury(s). I  was suddenly faced with having the same body, totally different eye colour, and no knowledge of who I had become. To this very day I still refer to the “old” person or the “new” person.. Every time a situation arises that this new person has not yet encountered, I can only make decisions based on my knowledge of the old person, and these of course are always wrong decisions for the new person. On the bright side of this, these situations are getting less and less as now having lived for 17 years as the “new” person I am getting a handle on who I am. I struggle even today with “liking” this new person. It is very easy to let the “old” person put her values on this “new” person, and this “new” person has no way of measuring up to these values, no matter the desire or effort. There is another bright side as well. because I have to focus so hard to do even simple things I for the most part live in the moment. this is very good as life in the moment is pretty much all good. On the humour side of all this, many people pay lots of money to be able to achieve living in the moment and here I am focused and in the moment.

This journey has found me having to learn how to do the simplest things and finding ways to do the hardest things, even things I thought were impossible. I sincerely hope that my trials, tribulations and struggle to find truth , happiness and contentment give you my reader the inspiration to climb high.  Lets laugh and cry together on this crazy journey called life.

Miss Victoria

 Grade 2   I can vividly recall one day in particular. Everyone was being rowdy, not listening and generally being as kids can be. Our teacher, was a small delicate, soft spoken Philippine who was so very young. No one was listening to her; she tried to get the class under control but to no avail. I was watching, but no one was listening to me either. Our teacher, our leader, our protector, our inspiration, burst into tears. I could feel the utter frustration, anger and helplessness. I wept in empathy as I was sharing her pain. I felt so bad for her, I just knew I needed to fix it; I needed to take care of her, to make sure she would be alright. I didn’t know how, I just knew I had to do something. I had to make her feel worthy; we were the uncaring bunch, not her. I left the classroom and phoned home and told my Mom I was bringing Miss Victoria home. After much pleading, I got the “oh, alright, but you will have to help with supper”. Back to class I raced. Miss Victoria was just wiping the tears from her face and I placed my hand in hers and whispered, “I would like to have you come to my place for cookies.” I sat for the last hour up at her desk waiting for the bell. It was the longest hour of my life.  We walked hand in hand to my house. I vaguely remember the cookies and supper. I remember learning all about her, her brothers and sisters, her home town, it was magical. She quit teaching and left at the end of the week. We wrote and kept in close contact, exchanged gifts, and visited each other for the next 45 years.

I have always been very sensitive to others energy (feelings).Growing up was difficult. I had a very hard time sorting out what was mine and what was someone else’s. Parties and huge gatherings were nightmares for me. I had no one to talk to about this. It was one of the unspeakables back then. Consequently, I spent too much time trying to figure out what was wrong with me and ended up attempting suicide. I was a pretty screwed up person. I remember how mad I was when I woke up and saw the white walls of the hospital room. I could have spit nails. “I didn’t make it!! I couldn’t kill myself right either!!!” My mom came into the room and in a very angry voice, filled with disappointment said, “I wish you had succeeded. Do you have any idea of the pain you caused your father?” About then I felt like a million bucks and was even more determined to check out of this hell hole. Later that afternoon, in walked the doctor. Much was said, but the part that I grabbed was,” You know, you can either make your life something you want to live, or keep doing what you are doing and end up dead, the choice is yours!” For what ever reason that statement stuck. I was voted the most likely to succeed by my peers and here I was at rock bottom. No support, no help, on my own.

I began at that point to heal my life. The journey included too much stuff I didn’t really want to get into, but bit by bit I chipped away. I learned so much about myself, others and life in this journey. I learned how incredibly strong, determined and courageous I am. I learned how much work self-improvement is and understand why so few take this journey.

 

Living with a moderate traumatic brain injury has been a learning experience. A journey that is not for the weak. I live my life enjoying the moment while avoiding, when at all possible, the triggers that make me mad. If it can’t be avoided, I have strategies for keeping the rage at bay.

I let my partner do all the grocery shopping. Saves lots of people from ending up in the orange bin.

If I must grocery shop, I go early in the morning when the store is mostly empty. I make sure I am not in a rush. I look at the floor until I am in the general area of what I am there for. ( Keeps down the stimulation- helping with fatigue) I block the isle so no one can walk in front of me causing distraction. (Helps eliminate flash anger episodes) If at anytime I feel any agitation I leave the store.

I cook very basic. I make my own breakfast. May or may not make myself lunch. I make supper which is a huge salad and meat. Every Monday I cut up assorted veggies for the week. Each night a huge handful of organic greens go on our plates, topped with veggies, nuts and feta cheese. Any more than this and I need time to plan and organize.

The things I make for company now are all things that I can make in steps. For example, if I was going to serve mashed potatoes, broccoli salad, roast, and a desert I must have at least one week to prepare this meal.  Monday- shop for the ingredients & grate the cheese, Tuesday, cut up the onion and broccoli, Wednesday, fry the bacon, Thursday make the dressing and peel potatoes. Friday mix it together and cut up fruit. Saturday whip cream for fruit and cook potatoes and mash. Sunday guests are coming. I cook a roast, heat mashed potatoes in oven. Serve with broccoli salad and fruit with whipped topping for desert.

If I must work on anything requiring concentration, I do it when I am alone, no music, no noise, no TV etc. If I cannot be alone, I wait till my partner is outside or is staying still in the house. I unplug the phone. ( Wise choice)

I guess as humbling as it is,  I should make it clear that for me there are NO TASKS I can do without that task taking all of my undivided attention. I cannot wash dishes and talk, I can not wash dishes and daydream, I can not wash a dish and remove my concentration from that dish until it is in the rack other wise, if I even glance away I will drop the dish.

From my observations and interactions with others, I am not alone, when it comes to how we must function. Brain dysfunction can come in many forms— traumatic brain injury, stroke, haemorrhage, blockage, dementia/Alzheimer’s, high fevers etc..

If you want my help on a task  the following must be adhered to:

1) You must be willing to give me one task, and only one task. EG. stack those boards right here, like this. When you have all the boards stacked, come and let me know.

2) You must never change your mind midstream. Doing so will short circuit me, and I will be done for the day. This is so embarrassing for me, and I feel so useless when this happens, but I can tell you all the effort in the world has not made a difference here for me.

3) You must be willing to stop what you are doing should I need to ask a question, I am unable to do anything until the question or problem has been solved.

In the event, you give me a task, and I am to complete the task, you cannot, must not, ever come to where I am working and start helping, unless you ask me what you can do. WHY? If at anytime the sequence in how I planned is interrupted or changed, I can NOT return to the plan. I am now completely immobilized and will require step by step instruction in order to finish the task.

I have the complete understanding of what is happening to me in these situations, but I am absolutely unable to recover instantaneously from them. I have no words to describe the frustration this causes me and those around me. Trying to keep a healthy confidence, and my ego from going into hiding is very trying.

Over the next while, I will write about me and the telephone, the shower, money, bikes, horses etc. I will also be uploading some cartoons I had a friend from college ( Paul Bourke) do for me quite a long time ago. One of the cartoons is a caricature of me. I named her BIP (Brain Injured Person)

I hope you enjoy them.

BIP Brain Injured Person

BIP Always Mad

Mad all the time  There I was trying to make supper for some friends. Friends I wanted to see, friends ...
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BIP & Concussion

Concussion—Concussed—-What the hell is this? The dictionary says shock or brain injury from a blow. I can tell you from ...
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BIP & Doctor Induced Psychosis

I have had a few inquiries regarding what does the cartoon really mean. So I have tried to answer here.  ...
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BIP Doing It By Myself!

Your help is not required …or I’ll do it… meaning take a hike, it is easier to work without you ...
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BIP is selfish?

You need to get used to being called selfish. Am I selfish? Well that depends on whose eyes are viewing the ...
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Invisible BIP

UNTHINKABLE & INVISIBLE It has been almost a year since my last post. On December 1, 2014, the unthinkable happened ...
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New Beginning – How it all started for me and BIP

BE CAREFUL . . . Of what you wish for. The following story is in response to the question I ...
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BIP and Chocolate Cake

THE CHOCOLATE CAKE  I crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Daylight was flooding into the basement suite ...
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BIP Riding Bikes

RIDNG MY BIKE  I discovered I felt my best when I was moving around. My balance and ability to move ...
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BIP and Thyroid

Thyroid & TBI  From my perspective, thyroid issues are often undetected, and if detected a person needs to fight tooth ...
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BIP and the Telephone

The Telephone If I need to make an appointment, I plan ahead about all the scenarios that can happen once ...
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What It’s Like To Be B.I.P.

How often have I been told “you really should write a book”? I can’t even remember or count, I just ...
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Saskatoons—My (BIP’s) Story

After my MVA in 1998 and my subsequent Moderate traumatic Brain Injury I struggled with my identity. I had identified ...
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A Gift

A GIFT My mare, Lady, came through winter looking like a greyhound. She will put on weight once the grass comes I ...
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