I had a severe TBI over two years ago following a fall, of which I remember nothing.
This May/June I felt strong enough to tell my husband that I wanted to live by myself.
I had decided this before my accident but then was powerless to do anything.
I know some people will be aghast at my decision but I woke up in hospital a new me, a different me, and I didn’t die. I’ve got an opportunity to start a new chapter in my life.
My husband doesn’t understand why I want to be alone but he’s accepted my decision. You see, I have always been quite sociable, working in Human Resources all my life and getting involved in various things; book club, singing circle, craft groups etc whereas my husband does nothing outside of the house. Since my head injury I’ve discovered art and it has become really important in my life. That and a local facility for people with various mental/emotional difficulties where you can go for coffee and a chat once a week in a quiet environment.
I have been slowly growing into the “new” me.
It hasn’t been easy. I have only recently begun seeing a neuro psychologist as the post for our area has been vacant all this time. It has been a revalation working with her. She’s helped me understand what has happened to my brain and she’s working with me to identify coping strategies to fill in the gaps that exist between old me and new me.
Anyway, what I really wanted to share, as I sit surrounded by boxes, in a partly packed up house, is that removals arrive tomorrow and, all being well, I get the keys to my new home, my new chapter, on Thursday. I know there will be challenges, ups and downs, but there will also be wonderful times and moments of joy. I’ll be able to control the noise levels in my life and how much information I want to take in at a time. I’ll be able to draw whenever I want and walk my two dogs in the rain.
That’s it really.