This is something i really need to get off my chest. Who know perhaps typing it in here will make me feel better about it?
From the very beginning i had to fight to be recognized. The police didn't even have ME in their report!! So the insurance company wanted to deny me as well. Then (i was a teenager at the time), people at school told me i was "faking it"..despite the brace on my leg. On we go to the headaches which started not even a month after the accident. The doctor's did test after test then told me i was fine. I knew i wasn't fine...but they denied the results of my test (which HAD shown problems with my brain). The paramedics when i went into convulsions decided i was a druggie. (not the last i'd hear of this) Since i had self medicated with drugs and alcohol before, this dogged my steps. I suppose all the slash marks on my body didn't help their perception of me (just another way that i dealt wrongly with my pain). The neurologist decided i was childish for my age(um, hello, i have brain damage AND i only behaved that way PRIOR to my surgery) . The lawyers then picked up the druggie theme. Much to my dismay MY VERY OWN lawyer wouldn't belive me either. Recovery...now i am 19..two years older, out of school and i have to fight with the government that doesn't believe my disabilites (memory loss, difficulty concentrating, i was just in the process of relearning to read, cook, basic math, etc.)
For so many years, from everyone everywhere i looked was this denial of everything i had felt and been through. Looking back over this i can easily understand why i had such a hard time with denial myself. lol.
Why do all these professionals deny what they SEE in front of them? What is the point? They are supposed to be there to HELP, not to DESTROY a person.
Even now, the old anger, frustration, and desperate sorrow comes up. Somedays i wish i could sue them all...take their licenses away so that can't do it to anyone else.
Would that entire episode of my life have been so bad if i had been aknowledged?
From the very beginning i had to fight to be recognized. The police didn't even have ME in their report!! So the insurance company wanted to deny me as well. Then (i was a teenager at the time), people at school told me i was "faking it"..despite the brace on my leg. On we go to the headaches which started not even a month after the accident. The doctor's did test after test then told me i was fine. I knew i wasn't fine...but they denied the results of my test (which HAD shown problems with my brain). The paramedics when i went into convulsions decided i was a druggie. (not the last i'd hear of this) Since i had self medicated with drugs and alcohol before, this dogged my steps. I suppose all the slash marks on my body didn't help their perception of me (just another way that i dealt wrongly with my pain). The neurologist decided i was childish for my age(um, hello, i have brain damage AND i only behaved that way PRIOR to my surgery) . The lawyers then picked up the druggie theme. Much to my dismay MY VERY OWN lawyer wouldn't belive me either. Recovery...now i am 19..two years older, out of school and i have to fight with the government that doesn't believe my disabilites (memory loss, difficulty concentrating, i was just in the process of relearning to read, cook, basic math, etc.)
For so many years, from everyone everywhere i looked was this denial of everything i had felt and been through. Looking back over this i can easily understand why i had such a hard time with denial myself. lol.
Why do all these professionals deny what they SEE in front of them? What is the point? They are supposed to be there to HELP, not to DESTROY a person.
Even now, the old anger, frustration, and desperate sorrow comes up. Somedays i wish i could sue them all...take their licenses away so that can't do it to anyone else.
Would that entire episode of my life have been so bad if i had been aknowledged?