Hello everyone, this is my first post,
When I was discharged from hospital after my TBI last year it felt like I was being thrown onto the street without being given any information at all, unfortunately like lots of people's stories I have read on here I have been left to get on with things and unless I speak up and push I never get anywhere further forward...
I have had to adapt so much and now live with many things I never dreamt I would have to live with.
My life feels like it has been picked up by a strong gust of wind and thrown back down to earth with a massive crash and I'm now left picking up the pieces.
I feel very alone as my so called loved ones don't understand, they think because I look "fixed" then I must be fine...
My cousin who was like my sister was the first to let me down,
She insisted that on my discharge I should move in with her and she would help me recover, only that wasn't to be and only lasted about 2 weeks before she had had enough and I was thrown out for being difficult and ungrateful, all I was guilty of was needing to sleep most of the day and night instead of wanting to go out and have fun with her I also changed my mind and decided instead of going to a children's party with her I wanted to stay in the quiet & see my partner. Anyway I had no choice and had to return home where I would be alone all day due to my partner needing to work to keep the the roof above our head. As my cousin had dealt with my discharge and assured the nurses I would be fine I missed out on so much aftercare that I should of received from social services. I was home alone all day every day and the only way I could get about was on my hands and knees as I couldn't see and was constantly dizzy, I had a fracture at the base of my skull and until I left hospital I could not lift or move my head, my left hand was broken in 3 places my left leg was in a tremendous amount of pain and didn't work properly and even my knees hurt but that was the only way of moving around. My bathroom is downstairs & my bedroom is upstairs, it was horrendous.
My oldest childhood friend has also let me down very badly indeed, just because it has been almost a year doesn't mean I'm over it all now and I'm just making it all up. Anyway at the beginning when I was in hospital I thought I was going to be fine and I would be back to my old self in a matter of weeks, how wrong I was...
I haven't been able to return to work, I rely on everyone for everything, I can't go anywhere without my wheelchair, I've lost my independence and life right now sucks.
I was 40 a few months after it all happened and instead of all the fun things I had been planning, I ended up buying myself a wheelchair, how crap is that.
When I was in hospital I kept complaining about my sight and hearing and was told it would be fine. I have since then been diagnosed with a nystagmus and a tracking problem in my eyes as well as having double vision, and now wear glasses and take medication as for my hearing I had 2 hearing aids fitted yesterday because my hearing never completely returned all because of the massive impact my head took. I am still finding new problems due to my TBI. I forget everything these days and get very confused sometimes, so much so that I got lost not long ago at a hospital appointment, I took the lift to my clinic only the lift didn't move even though I was sure it had, I never noticed and walked off down the corridor to the clinic that now had been moved, or so I thought, I finally asked a member of staff where the clinic had gone, even when she said it was in the same place I was adamant and got quite upset, by this time I think maybe she had realised what I had done and walked me back to the lift it was only then that the penny dropped and I burst into tears because I felt so stupid.
I don't remember what happened to me the day of the accident I only have what people have told me and my brain just can't and won't accept it all, people tell me it's maybe better that I don't remember a thing but let me tell you this much, I went out of my house that day and I remember I was me and ever since that day I've been waiting & hoping for me to come back home again and somehow I need to make sense of it all. I'm cross and very frustrated and if I'm none of those things then I'm a crying wreck in 10/10 pain in the whole of the left side of my body but particularly in my left leg because as of yet I still have no pain relief that works for me and it's just hideous.
Tomorrow I'm off to have a neuropsychological assessment, hopefully that will shed a little light on just how bad things up there are. God I've most probably bored you all but I just had to bloody get this all out and to know that whoever reads this understands what I'm going through makes me for once feel a bit better. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read my life story to date...