Specifically & most recently (a few days ago) a medical representative I spoke with over the phone, asked if I was taking any psychological medications. In response, I named the two psychological medications that I’m presently prescribed (1 to fend off the seizures that my post-critical Traumatic Brain Injury epilepsy elicits, as well as 1 to assist with retaining my attention). Her audible (the elevated tone of her voice) uncertainty of my disclosed truth, was blatant & resultantly telling.

She asked the same question while on our brief call, twice, in-order to elicit the “real” truth (assumedly – what other rationality could there be?). My 2nd answer was inevitably exactly the same as my initial answer – I’m prescribed 2 meds: 1 for my TBI induced epilepsy and 1 to assist in retaining focus. This redundancy of mine proved that (according to her “test”) my initial answer was & is entirely valid. This amount (I’ve learned, again, through unspoken reactions = a long pause, awaiting me listing more) of medications is extremely slight for the severity (critical) of TBI I incurred.

To be living alone, completing all of my needed and desired tasks independently, as well as reclaiming my former employment, pre-TBI: writing, is nearly unheard of for a survivor with a critical TBI. Educating the greater populous of this presently all-too-common injury & my resulting uncommon recovery, is undoubtedly now my calling. My psychologist informed me that this revelation post TBI, takes place for some survivors and she foretold, 9 years ago, that I was 1 such survivor.

Alongside the majority of other minorities, I wish for my truth to be seen & known. Firstly, however, my truth must be believed.

Until then, such is the reality of my life presently.