TBI… when the train leaves the station, without you….

Before I started this blog, I was living a hell, like no other…. unaware I had multiple traumatic brain injuries and strokes on the brain… I just went through life always looking over my shoulder and for good reason, if you read my blog…

When the murder of 26 people in Sutherland Springs happened, I started a journey on Nov 5, 2017 that has yet to come to it’s end and it may never get there either… such is traumatic brain injury….

I’ve tried to convey what it was like, after I got injured and I know, I haven’t hit upon the subject properly…. yet….

You see, the first brain injury was from being strangled…. that incident cost me a year of memory… I was only 8 years old, or at least, that is what my brain believes my age was….

When Texas happened in 67… I had been molested and raped and I was just 13…. I had lost my first 8 years of childhood from the strangling over the boob incident…. an along comes a child not of dad’s blood…. 13 was never what it should have been…. I lost 9 months on that brain injury and had a stroke that left its damage behind…. in very subtle ways I live with daily….

Well being a child that has had her brain rearranged by christians… of course truth was of the absolute most importance…. so at 14, I spoke the truth and oh dear… the adult in the room, turned into the same 6 year old she always reverts too and it was revenge… but this time, the injuries scared them so bad…. things started changing…. I lost over a year on those injuries an live with a herniated C5-6 since 14 years old….

The military not done with Don, so off to Okinawa and I get one last blow to the head at 17 years old…. and that blow took the rest of my childhood…..

When I went active duty, a few years later… oh dear did the doctors try… and they tried, until an incident involving the rape of a minor, by a minor, who happen to be the base’s 1st Sgt. son…. and my career was over… because the victim was my child and the 1st Sgt career was more important than my life or my childs, men in power protecting men in power… just like they are doing with Trump and Kavanaugh………………………………………..

On to Japan again, to work and I think about 86…. I had another stroke, mini, but like all the other head injuries… it took from my memories… I was divorced by the time 91 came around….

By 2011…. I was on the operating table at El Paso VA and they nearly killed me and covered it up… and hubby knows the details… he was appraised of what happended, the minute I saw him in recovery…. it has taken me until the end of last year, to regain my memories of the last 20 years and they are still coming forward… Neurology was right……

The clues for me, were there and if you read the blog, you know some of those clues came from the people who caused the injuries….

I pulled that bone scan out, from 1985 and looked at the skull damage…. and my mind wanders to my sister telling me what she did for a time, dropping me from the top bunk for about a year…. the damage was visible on the bone scan and it’s the area that impacts eyesight…………………………… again the blog tells all…..

So now what for this journey???…. Like I said before… I had to push for a MRI before I got the VA to listen… the physical evidence was the first step… getting the health care community to listen was the second step, an that looks like it is finally happening, with my current dental crisis the VA caused….

Most people with TBI, know how they got them and when it happened and have lots of support to get back to or as close as to the person you were before the TBI….

I had no such help, till I married hubby 25 years ago and here we are… the only thing that haunts me is one Traumatic brain injury… in Big Springs, Texas 1967 and the Air Force covered up my near death at 13 years old…

So yes the light is there at the end of each and every head injury tunnel… just how bad do you want to grab that torch is how I look at it… how bad do I want to get there…..

I do acknowledge with all brain injuries…. some of us never regain all our memories and for some that is okay….

For my brain, it is an itch that will always itch, till it is scratched…. and the living are not talking… so journey on I must….

Sgt. USAF DAV I remember… Margie….

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