I have nothing against athletes or celebrities. In fact, I'm extremely grateful when the traumatic brain injuries suffered by these high-profile individuals shed much-needed light on the issue of TBIs.
Unfortunately, I take many exceptions to the way these individuals are treated as compared to we normal folks with TBIs.
First, although I realize athletes, celebrities and politicians make for a better news story than the rest of us, I resent the myopic coverage of the news media regarding TBIs.
For the most part, they only seem interested in talking about the subject when it relates to a celebrity or when it's the latest "hot topic" because of increased understanding of the danger of concussions to young athletes. Don't get me wrong, I WANT to see news coverage of this nature, but I don't believe it should be the exclusive domain of a select few notable people or a single group of people who are vulnerable.
Why doesn't the news media cover stories about people who are struggling to get or pay for the medical care they need? Or bring attention to the many groups and causes that are desperately trying to raise awareness of how much average people with TBIs are suffering with little or no local, state or federal aid?
My second issue is that professional athletes are getting paid a lot of money and know full well the risks they take of getting injured in their line of work. In contrast, most average people with TBIs are injured by true accidents caused through no fault of their own or, worse, at the hands of violence.
Furthermore, because these professional athletes are such valuable assets to their teams, they get the best possible care from the moment they are injured. This contrasts dramatically with those of us who are looked over carelessly by emergency room staff and/or can't find a good physician to treat our problems properly.
This leads to my third issue. While professional althetes are getting hurt in the field and receiving the best possible care and loads of compassionate media coverage, the injustices suffered by military personnel who are hurt in the line of DUTY go virtually unnoticed. So many of these brave men and women who are fighting for our country are suffering terrible TBIs and then getting shafted by the military and the government. They are receiving inadequate care and are either being left to their own devices or are told they are "all better" and need to get back into the field. I don't see that happening to professional athletes.
Finally (although I could go on forever), there's the issue of money. As we all know, medical care (never mind the BEST medical care) is extremely expensive. Unlike professional athletes, politicians and celebrities, we don't have the bottomless pockets to afford the care we need when we can get it. If we're lucky enough to find good doctors (which I have fortunately been able to find, but many people I know haven't), it can put a terrible strain on our finances to pay for the care we need, even if we have insurance.
For many of us, our injuries have rendered us either incapable of doing or extremely difficult to do the work we once did to earn a living. In some cases, people lose their insurance when they lose their job. Some keep their insurance through a spouse or are able to get Medicaid, but that doesn't necessarily solve things.
I know from experience that living on one income makes it extremely difficult for us to come up with enough money to pay for all my medical expenses. I have had to force myself into doing work that causes me more pain and anxiety just to make sure we don't go under.
Filing for disability is always an option, but from what I understand, it is quite an ordeal in itself and can be a degrading and painful process, especially for people already in pain and confusion. I have considered filing for disability many times, but when I hear horror stories I shy away. In my case, I want to be independent and I would rather have someone or some organization helping me to make a living in a way that works for me and my existing limitations. But such help is hard to find.
So while wealthy athletes and celebrities are able to afford excellent care, and politicians can utilize the increible medical plans they are privileged to have, the rest of us are left to fend for ourselves more often than not.
It's shameful.
And it makes me angry. Angry that because we're not rich or famous we are ignored and forgotten. It's as if our TBIs aren't as important because we're not "important" in the most superficial sense.
We ARE important! And our TBIs deserve equal attention and care to those who already get plenty of attention just for being who they are.
The news media, our governments and the world need to know that we are here and we're suffering because THEY are not paying attention to us. They're too busy being upset over the professional football player who's probably going to sustain a head injury during the Super Bowl in a few hours from now.
Meanwhile, those of us with TBIs will be watching and feeling his pain because we know what it's like. And we'll feel badly for him, too, and hope that he gets good medical help. But I know I personally will still be angry that HE is who everyone will be worried about while there are millions of us out there with TBIs about whom no one seems to give a damn.
Sorry, but it's true.
On December 23, 2009, I slipped on the wet kitchen floor and landed on the hard ceramic tile, hitting the back of my head directly. I sustained a severe concussion, fractured my skull, had subdural hemorrhaging and, among other things, severed my olfactory nerve. Since then, I have been on a long and painful road to recovery, but one that has taught me a lot and changed my life in many positive ways. This is a journal of my life with a head injury.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
We're Not Athletes or Celebrities, But Our TBIs Deserve Equal Attention and Care
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GREAT WRITTING TORI!!!! Everything you say is sooo true! I'm with you 200 percent! ATTA GIRL!
ReplyDeleteI so needed to here that today. I just got back from a training run. I am not an athlete; I am not a rock star, or the relative of a famous person. I am no one. I am just a guy with a brain injury. Just like so many others.
ReplyDeleteI am trying to get people talking about brain injury. I am trying to get them to understand that I don’t want to be felt sorry for. I don’t want to be taken care off, I want to live
I am so grateful for the brain surgery, to be alive. There is a disconnect after the hospital.. I should not have to shave my head to show off the massive scar so people understand why I get a handicapped bus pass. The only people who get that kind of pass are usually in a wheel chair, or elderly. I should not be looked down upon by a social service worker when I explain to him that I have no short term memory.
Now I understand why my grandma got pissed off at people who held a door open for her as she was in a wheel chair. I never understood that. She didn’t need reminding of her inability. She was completely able. What she needed help was getting in her bed at night. No one was there for that. Where she truly needed assistance she was left on her own.
When I talk to the professionals about my needs I get lots of head shakes and understanding. However I never felt that anyone had a true understanding. I mean I never did. It took a brain injury for me to realize what a dick I was.
I was the guy who opened the door for my grandma to the bathroom, but would never think that she needed help getting on the toilet. She never said anything. I see now why. We should now. We should be invested enough in her struggle and respectful enough of her needs to take the time to understand.
Where is the training for me to deal with the new me? Where is the help in teaching me how to react to this new world? But how do you get that across? There is nothing special about me. What is my alternative? Not to be disabled?
It takes everything I have to remember to put on shoes, to plan the run, take my water, set my training watch, and find my way back home. I am going out on my own. I have a map to get back home. This is a huge deal to me. It’s frustrating when I can’t simple words out; that I struggle with common words. It’s not funny that I can’t get the word “milk” out. No one teachers you how to deal with that.
Today I am overwhelmed by what I am about to do. I am about to run across the country. How do I run that far every day? Can I even run every day? What If I can’t? What if I fail? What if I get nowhere? What if I disappoint the people that believe me? I can’t even pay my credit card bill how am I supposed to do this? I have a panic attack.
I tell those close to me, I can’t have any distraction. This comes across as me being demanding. They are disappointed I can’t do social events with them. “What about the movie, and mom’s birthday? Or are you just running?”
They don’t mean to be passive aggressive. They are supportive of me. It’s a reminder to them of their own limitations, that they can’t fix me, they can’t make me better. We share a look of “fuck this sucks”. I am choosing to focus on the run. I just can’t do more than what I can do. I cry as I type this. I am so sad at this moment that all I can do is run.
I don’t know why I feel the drive to do this, the risk of failure is huge, but I need to do this so that the next me, the next you, who goes through this, knows that they can do anything. I mean shit; I am running a marathon a day across the country. Who does this? Someone who has nothing else to give? I refuse to sit back and do nothing. I can’t hold a job; but fuck feeling sorry for myself, fuck being angry at the world, fuck thinking it’s unfair, I don’t care. I will do whatever I can do. I am not altruistic, I am just desperate. I am out of options for what I can do.
So when I came in from my run, I see this story in my email. The timing was perfect. I needed this today.
I too was incredibly angry after my ABI. I received very inferior care at the hospital. They basically just left me to die. Could be because I tried to commit suicide. Idunno.
ReplyDeleteI was also terribly angry about the lack of care and attention I received after by the medical community and by my family. They simply just did not know what to do....my family - how to deal with a suicidal, brain injured woman...the medical community - my brain injury was very unique. However, I am floored still at the poor medical attention and advice I did got and the obvious lack of information and attention that I did not get.
Tori and Dave, please read a blog I did about this and something called "The work" by Byron Katie which helped me with the anger tremendously. http://www.thebestbrainpossible.com/turn-it-around
Dave, a friend of mine, Charlie Engle, ran across America in 2009. (He also ran across the Sahara Desert the year before.) He is on facebook and has a blog. (http://charlieengle.com/) He is very accessible - for now. Thought you might want to communicate with him.
Thank you so much, Lee, Dave and Debbie. You all inspire me and make me feel good about what I do and normal for what I feel.
ReplyDeleteLee: You are always supportive and there to cheer me on, and for that I am eternally grateful. You keep me motivated to do what I am doing.
Dave: You are extremely courageous and I in awe of what you are doing. Whether you finish your run or not is not what matters. It's the effort you put into it that matters. I ran competitively as a young girl and, as my father was a runner too, he basically became my best coach and advocate. I was very young with skinny little legs and I would get stomach cramps on long runs. I would cry to him and say, "Daddy, my stomach hurts, I have to stop." He would stop and let me take a break, then he would say, "Come on, Tori, you can do this. You can get through the pain and finish the best you can." I would cry and tell him I couldn't do it, but he would always stay by my side and I always finished the race. Even after all those small victories, I would repeat the same pattern, until one day when I was crying and fuming, he didn't stop with me, He just kept running. I cried after him to stop and wait for me, but he just kept jogging along without saying a word. I remember thinking he was being cruel to me, but then I got mad and I started running to catch up with him. I forgot all about my pain and never realizing at the time what he was doing, I passed HIM (he let me, obviously) and finished the race in record time. At the end of the race, he gave me a big hug and told me how proud of me he was. I asked him why he continued to run when I was crying and he said, "Because I knew you could do it, you just needed the motivation." And I realized that he was the motivation by continuing to run, I ran too. He taught me many lessons like this and I think of them often in my life, especially now with a TBI. He is the reason that even when I have pain, I do things instead of laying around feeling miserable. I know that I have two choices: I can feel miserable and alone on the couch or in bed, or I can get up and work through the pain while enjoying being with people or doing the things I love. And you exemplify that perfectly, Dave. As you run, please think of me cheering you on in heart and spirit. And to hell with people who don't understand. You understand why you are doing it and that's all that matters. And I understand it, too.
Debbie: You are tremendous. I don't know what else to say but that. I admire you greatly.
Love and strength to you all.
Tori
Thanks Tori. I needed that. We all need a to kick ourselves in the ass sometimes. And suggest to others they should probably kick themselves in there own ass aswell. :")
ReplyDeleteYou in the beginning a new journey. It will be what it will be. We can either get depressed and poor me or we can do what we can and see where we go. It will never be where we think it will be. Just don't stop!!
Keep writing ;')
listening to you on blog talk radio. You right, we have a mission. I can run, others can't. I will do everything I can do to get as much attention out there. Maybe that is why I had the injury. It's a heavy thought.
ReplyDeleteTori, I appreciate your view of TBI publicity, but I feel I need to play "devil's advocate" in this case. I believe that the reason why we hear all about the athletes and movie stars who have TBI is because America wants to hear about the celebrities. They are much more likely to call their congressperson or send off money if there's a celebrity; without that, we don't mean that much to America.
ReplyDeleteJust my thoughts.
True, John. But why do they get better care? And aren't there enough "average" people with TBIs with equally powerful stories that Americans can embrace? I mean, if we gave a parade for a bunch of trapped Chilean miners and put them on a whirlwind publicity tour, why can't the same be done for fellow everyday Americans struggling to get help, support and attention?
ReplyDeleteGood article you wrote Tori. Before Gabby Giffords gun shot to the head happened, I was thinking we need a celebrity to get a TBI to get more attention, research, and awareness. It is too bad but that is the way the USA is. Michael J Fox got Parkingson disease more attention and research. Christopher Reeds getting paralyzed gave that more research and money. Even the military men coming home with head injuries was not enough to give TBI attension and research. Hopefully the AZ rep. Gabby Giffords will give TBI more weight to show that many of us suffer from and it needs research, prevention, money,...
ReplyDeleteThanks, DJD! I hope so, too.
ReplyDeletePlease talk with your doctor and medical center/hospital where you live in city.Do it in Tori Martinez's name because these hospital CEOs need to know that TBI is a real human problem. Speak out as you have here and do it for not only yourself but for Tori. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, anonymous poster, I have and will continue to do just that. Thank YOU!! :-)
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