Five and a half years after the car crash that took away myself, the only friend to reach in to me and who’s stuck with me until today, suggested I buy a point ‘n shoot camera. My brain injury had taken away my photography, and I could no longer use my Minolta Maxxum — “unintended…
Tag: Photography
Reading Reward Among Brain Injury Ruins
Last year after completing 81 hours of intensive reading-comprehension re-learning via Lindamood-Bell’s visualizing and verbalizing program, I promised myself the reward of an e-reader if I finished The Lions of Al-Rassan. I’d begun reading that big book during the application weeks of the visualizing and verbalizing program, but I had to finish it on my…
Amazon, Reliant Cellular: iPhone Buyer Beware
An iPhone Buyer Beware Story: Late last October (2018), my parents bought me an “Apple iPhone 6s 128 GB International Warranty Unlocked Cellphone – Retail Packaging (Rose Gold)” from Reliant Cellular. It came in its retail packaging. Package looked unopened. iPhone and charger looked new. It wasn’t a counterfeit one. But it was only when…
Taking a Breath
Accessibility at the Opera
A friend and former vision mate worked with the choreographer to rehearse the dancers in the Canadian Opera Company’s production of Dvořák’s opera Rusalka and offered me two seats for the dress rehearsal. One tiny problem, well, two. I had no one to go with to help me to my seat. And once I found…
Hope Malaise
My first blog was a political one. Hope in the form of writing fuelled it. I titled it “talk talk talk” because, despite my brain injury putting dampers on my thoughts and talking, I like to talk, debate, engage. Maybe that’s why my first followers thought I was male then most bailed once I outed…
Divorce Is A Scream
Divorce is a scream. A scream of one ignited by the unhappiness of the other one looking for salve elsewhere instead of within the two as promised before the reverend in the time when the two joyously united to each other, together. That’s the problem with divorce. Marriage requires both to permit it. Divorce thuds…
Waiting
Something we’re all familiar with — waiting for a call. But after brain injury, it began to be a regular, daily, soul-sucking occurrence. “I’ll call you back.” Did they get my message? “She’s gone to bed.” It’s 9:00 pm. Is my phone connected? Picks up and hears dial tone. “I’m busy.” I feel so stupid,…
Nineteenth Brain Injury Anniversary
It’s been a year of painted brains, painted masks showing the experience of injured brains, and no change. Awareness gets you nowhere, it seems. It’s been a year of screaming for help, giving up, and only then getting effective reading comprehension restoration and grief therapy. The irritating reality-denying be-positive messaging finally stopped, and the healing…