I as TBI, when TBI wasn’t cool

HeadOn Collision/2 fatalities/a 32day coma/survival before computers. This was life in 1977 when I came home from the hospital. Some have said that by then the hard part was over. The hard part was just beginning: I quickly realized that the heat of summer was having an effect on me, but I was told I was ‘fine’ and I had already signed off on any claim high might have helped me establish a long term observation. I spent a lot of time alone and by myself which I found helpful so I could just ‘heal’ and in those first years it was hard to last for a full work day so many of the jobs lasted a few days or even a week if I was lucky. Instinct guided me, and I quickly became a regular at the daily feeding at the Salvation Army back in the 80s. I had to understand that the best I could hope for would be some Day-Labor, which did provide the pocket change required for the only life I could afford. Obviously by this date, 40+years later, I somehow managed to achieve some sort of existence, very late in the game. TBI … you only know it if you live it