Hey everyone. It’s been a while. I am sitting here in the WPL (Waterloo Public Library) my mind racing knowing I should write something but at the same time being unsure about what I should write. You see, writing is therapeutic and as a therapist I know the value of writing. However, I don’t really feel like it all the time, hence why it has been such a long time between posts.
I think I am going to just stay on point and give everyone an update about the last year of my life. There will be A LOT of things omitted because I really want to focus on the difficulties I have had dealing with an ABI (acquired brain injury) and how this has affected my life, relationships. career and mental health. If I don’t stay focused on those things, this blog probably never end because…well…I like to talk. 😉
So just over a year ago I suffered a concussion at work. It was my first concussion in probably 15 years, give-or-take. After seeing the doctor and being diagnosed with a concussion I was told to take the rest of the week off and see how I felt on Monday. I thought I would be off for a few days and then get back at it…I was off for 3 months! Apparently, having multiple concussions makes it much more difficult to heal and the symptoms are worse the more you get. You see, when I was a kid, I played a lot of sports. I remember getting hit multiple times in minor hockey and feeling like something was off. The advice back then, “Shake it off.” “Don’t be a pussy, you’re fine.” “You just had your bell rung, skate it off.” Man, how wrong was that. Luckily things are changing and the high profile cases of concussions in sport is making people see that a concussion isn’t something you can just “shake off”. It’s serious. It’s a brain injury. And there can be life long consequences.
During those 3 months I was doing physio, chiropractic and psychotherapy. I needed the psychotherapy because of my previous struggles with mental health. When you get an ABI your mental health symptoms are exacerbated. So it was like going through a major depressive episode but not able to do all the things that helped me cope the last time. I couldn’t read, write, exercise, play with my kids, go to church or even have in-depth conversations. I was irritable (that’s putting it lightly), hypersensitive to light and sound, unable to filter what was going on around me, I couldn’t engage with people, couldn’t sleep and was basically low all the time. The part that was the most difficult was not being around my family. I spent a lot of time at friend’s and family’s places because with a 4, 2, and newborn, there was a lot of noise and commotion at my place. Plus, this was over Christmas last year so I missed a lot.
It took a long time to get back to “normal” (whatever that means) and eventually I started doing a graduated schedule at work to try and work up to full-time. Work was super supportive of me and were extremely thoughtful. So when I eventually made it back to work, full-time, I started to realise a few things:
- It took me longer to learn things.
- Things I knew how to do took me longer.
- I was mentally fatigued a lot.
- I’d forget things.
- I was irritable.
I was plagued by insecurity and was constantly worried that people didn’t want to work with me. So I would push myself at work both physically and mentally but I would have literally nothing left when I got home. The last thing I wanted to do was to then emotionally invest into my kids and wife. But I didn’t know what else to do. After a few months, I was generally symptom free most days. I wasn’t perfect but I was better. Then in September, I was putting my kids in their car seats and my foot slipped when I was in the van. I fell backwards and slammed my head on the door frame of the car. My wife looked at me and asked, “What was that?” I responded, “Oh nothing. Just my head.” I immediately had a sore neck but that was it. However, within about an hour, the all too familiar symptoms came flooding back like a tsunami. I had a wicked headache, was nauseous and couldn’t stand the light. I started to cry and told my wife we had to go home because I think I have another concussion. So we packed up the kids and she drove us all home. That was a Saturday. On Monday I went in to work early and told my boss what had happened. He told me to take it easy and keep myself safe. My wife made an appointment with my doctor that morning so I left work and headed to the appointment. I was shaking because I didn’t want to go through this all again. Sure enough, the doctor told me, “You definitely have a concussion.” I walked out of the office and sat in the van for a while. Just staring out the window, contemplating life and began to cry. I called my wife and told her what was up. We jumped into concussion protocol at home and started to look at what we were going to do for the interim to get life back on track.
That was over 2 months ago…and I am no closer to getting back to “normal”. I don’t write this for sympathy…just to share my story and hopefully provide an opportunity for people to learn something. What that is, I don’t know. One of the most frustrating things I have discovered is that throughout my adult life whenever I have had to miss significant time from work, it was due to an invisible illness. There are so many parallels between struggling with a mental illness and suffering with a concussion. It is so frustrating being asked, “So when do you think you will be back to work?” Because I really don’t know. It’s not like I have a cast that will someday come off. It’s not that simple and I am constantly trying to prove to people that I am not well. It’s exhausting. It’s frustrating. It’s depressing.
But I am trying. I know I am not the same person I was a year ago. I sometimes have difficulty remembering who that person was. Should I even bother trying to get to know that person again? Or is he gone? It just seems that the more answers I seek the more questions I find. It breaks my heart when my kids look into my eyes and ask me to play…and I can’t. They ask me to read to them…and I can’t. Or when they act like kids and I just can’t be around them. It sucks.
Feel free to message me or ask me any questions about what I am going through. I am usually down for a cup of coffee and a chat. Thanks for taking the time to read this and remember to show grace to everyone you meet because you never know what someone is going through.
Ryan