Hello all!
A short(ish) introduction to my story...
One early morning in October last year my life took a sharp turn when I was overcome with extreme pain behind my eyes and the horror of realising I was losing my eyesight second by second.
I normally live alone, but as luck would have it my sister was staying with me at the time and so she was around to dial 999. What started as a perfectly ordinary morning eventually became a ten-day stay in hospital- a strange, almost detached interlude in my life where the forseeable future was measured in hours rather than months and years. I underwent two angiograms, multiple MRI and CT scans, and a seven hour craniotomy followed by the longest two days of my life in a neuro ICU whiling away the long night hours with nothing but my own scattered thoughts.
I learned that I'd suffered a ruptured AVM, and the resulting bleed on my brain had affected the area tasked with processing my vision. I'd only just turned 30.
I couldn't read, I couldn't feed myself, and when I was eventually discharged I couldn't walk in a straight line or even recognise my own car when my Mum came to take me home in it. My field of vision was drastically reduced, and what remained was severely distorted. The fear and gravity of the situation began to hit home as I realised my life had been permanently altered.
Recovery was slow at first. My family and friends supported me every step of the way, but it hurt to have lost my ability to live independently and look after myself. However, every stumbling step, every brief glance at a book, every slightly off-target mouthful of food taught my brain to adjust and recalibrate to its new reduced view of the world. Four long months on, and day-to-day life feels mostly back to normal...
Except for one thing. I realised that I didn't really want things to return to the 'old' normal. Instead, I wanted this to be a turning point in my life towards finding a greater sense of purpose.
While I was in hospital I was struck by the astonishing kindness, humanity and competence of everyone I met. Nurses, surgeons, porters, consultants- every single person seemed to go out of their way to make my stay as tolerable as they could, and I did my best to stay thankful and positive towards them despite the pain. I resolved to do what I could to pass on this kindness once I'd recovered. I still consider myself to have been incredibly fortunate in life so far, but now I want to start giving back.
So, I would be really keen to hear any experiences any of you may have had starting out in volunteering with brain injury charities. I've already got some fundraising plans for this year but I'd be especially interested in finding out ways I could contribute my time in person to take an active role in the running of charities and events behind the scenes. How did you get started? Are there any courses or training qualifications that might help along the way? What sort of roles have you had, and what did you think of them? Any thoughts or suggestions welcome!