Who is to Blame

When difficult events happen in life that make daily living tough, it is easy to find someone to blame.

Blame is an interesting word. When you blame someone, you are holding them accountable for whatever they did or what you think they did. It is easy to blame someone for something that is not ideal. It is difficult not to place blame when you’re in a frustrating situation. In my case, there was someone to point blame to too quickly, but there are some instances where it requires more creativity, and the easy out does not always make sense.

There are times where I blame the brain injury in general. It makes life easier when it gets frustrating. For me, the real blame is the hospital. Every time I couldn’t do something I wanted to, I would fault the people who “did this to me.” I grew up blaming the hospital, this made the stuff I couldn’t do, their fault. The blame got worse the harder a task was, and the more I tried. Because of placing the blame, I felt better about myself.
I am sure everyone has felt this way, even ones without a brain injury. The brain injury is just another venue to use for the blame. It is an excellent way to explain why you can’t do something or why it takes you longer to complete a task. It is not fair to play the blame game, but it makes life more comfortable and more bearable.

Brain injuries are invisible. People cannot see that I am injured, and that can lead to misunderstanding. The lack of visibility adds an issue to when everything is complicated for you, but no one sees that there is a difficulty occurring for a reason. They look at the differences but not why they are there. This can be tough for us, it takes more effort and time explaining why things are difficult.

What are some instances where you place blame? I played the blame game a lot when I was taking a test or working on school.

I am not a photographer, I would like to credit the picture with this post to Elizaveta Korabel from Unsplash.com

My Story

brain-color-colorful-19677This post is telling my story. Before getting into everything, I would like to say, please comment on any subjects you would like me to talk about on this blog.

I am 23 years old. I have a bachelor’s degree in Exercise and Sports Science. I have lived with my brain injury for my entire life.  I have an acquired brain injury because of a mistake during the birthing process. My mom got an overdose of Pitocin. That mistake caused me distress that ended up in me trying to take my first breath while I was still in the womb. The team was unaware of what had happened. It was a rush to get me out when I got out my APGAR score was 2. I was not breathing and was blue and purple.

They whisked me away and put me on a stretcher made for infants. They put me on an ambulance and took me to the children’s hospital. I was a Children’s for a week in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. I was on oxygen, had a feeding tube, and the CT scans showed that parts of my frontal cortex was dead. The doctors were warning my parents how I may not be able to walk or live on my own. They had no idea what was going to happen. Continue reading “My Story”