...I'm a big fuckin' baby and I share this because ya'll know I'm shallow and a not very nice person anyway. My sister is visiting for the weekend with us and I feel a little like stabbing myself in the eye. I love my sister, I really do--but this new person the TBI left behind is hard to deal with. Hard to recognize. It's so difficult to talk to her, and trying to keep her focused leaves me exhausted and depressed. I suck. It's only been two days and I'm ready to melt. She has so little memories of life before that it's sad and her short term memory is--just not. She covers pretty well--you'd never be able to tell that she doesn't retain much.
Why doesn't anyone else get it? They all act like nothing's changed and any minute she's going to wake up and be herself. They're all convinced that if we worked harder (meaning me, i guess) that she'd be fine again. When I try to explain why all their brilliant ideas for her aren't going to work I'm being a bitch.
You can't hand someone a notebook and tell them to check it for information if they don't remember they have the notebook--more importantly they don't care that they have the notebook.
Oh shit, I am a bitch. A whiny bitch. I wish I knew what was going on in her head. I miss her so much and I can hardly stand to be around her. Nice hunh? Yeah, I'm not the one to come to when the chips are down. No brave hardy pioneer stock here, no shouldering the burden and dealing with the cards you're dealt.
Nope--I'm a lot more of the screaming and whining and crying and ripping the shirt--the kind of person who would look down at a friend with a broken leg and say "Why?? Why does this always happen to me? And I suppose you'll want me to carry you now? Christ!"
Crap. Still friends? I totally understand if you think I suck. I think so too.
You know, if I wasn't so gosh-darn cute--I'd have been capped ages ago.
Why doesn't anyone else get it? They all act like nothing's changed and any minute she's going to wake up and be herself. They're all convinced that if we worked harder (meaning me, i guess) that she'd be fine again. When I try to explain why all their brilliant ideas for her aren't going to work I'm being a bitch.
You can't hand someone a notebook and tell them to check it for information if they don't remember they have the notebook--more importantly they don't care that they have the notebook.
Oh shit, I am a bitch. A whiny bitch. I wish I knew what was going on in her head. I miss her so much and I can hardly stand to be around her. Nice hunh? Yeah, I'm not the one to come to when the chips are down. No brave hardy pioneer stock here, no shouldering the burden and dealing with the cards you're dealt.
Nope--I'm a lot more of the screaming and whining and crying and ripping the shirt--the kind of person who would look down at a friend with a broken leg and say "Why?? Why does this always happen to me? And I suppose you'll want me to carry you now? Christ!"
Crap. Still friends? I totally understand if you think I suck. I think so too.
You know, if I wasn't so gosh-darn cute--I'd have been capped ages ago.
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5/30/05 01:47 am (UTC)It's so hard to experince these changes in someone that was so loving, so fun, so kind and so much my best friend in the whole world.
Okay-- no more whining today.
Your icon makes me smile and smile--isn't that our future president?
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5/30/05 01:54 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the hug. *hugs you back*
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5/30/05 02:04 am (UTC)I knew you were a very nice person-- thank you so much!
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5/30/05 02:12 am (UTC)Yeah, it's been three years, and I don't understand why *they* don't understand. It's not that they're uncaring or cold, they just want me to tell them it can be fixed, you know?
And actually, you wearing the Bo hat would make me smile. ;)
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5/30/05 02:35 am (UTC)It's true, it's a feeling that's hard to make go away. Thanks so much for understanding. *hug*
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5/30/05 02:39 am (UTC)Thank you dearest, thanks so much.
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5/30/05 02:43 am (UTC)*hugkisshug* love you, sweetie!
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5/30/05 02:48 am (UTC)You made me cry and that's just such a wonderful idea--it made me realize, I gave her tons and tons of pictures of her daughter and my daughter ---but none of me. That kind of shook me up.
Thanks for sharing your own story with me, it is so much like what we're going through.
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5/30/05 02:57 am (UTC)Actually, I feel kind of sorry for them too- when I'm crabby and sad, they're sad right along with me. It's when I calm down and breathe that I know I'm lucky to have them too.
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(((((roxy)))))
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5/30/05 03:38 am (UTC)*hugs you*
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5/31/05 07:47 pm (UTC)I hope your days will get easier. Even putting thoughts in LJ takes courage, to write them down, to open up a little. *hugs* I have no idea how I'd be in your situation, so I admire you for every ounce of strength you have or don't. Will be thinking of you.