An email I got from the Zolad:
Since you & I are pals, I wanted you to read a rather personal letter I’ve sent to my brother & his wife (who are awesome people). My sister was upset with me because her kid is smoking pot and I should be able to help by talking to him …
Elias …I have composed a letter for you & Nina … the folks I love, and want to try to explain what this brain trauma is like. I have worked on this (on & off) for 2 days now. The process is very, very slow for me. I want Sally to understand why it is so difficult to talk with someone (like Johnny, which I love & care for).
This is for my therapist, Stephanie, who worked with me. She is awesome and I want her to be able to read this to the parents of others who suffer severe head trauma. Tell me what you think of this …
To tell you the God’s honest truth…I would have no idea what to say & what to do to relate to Johnny. I don’t ever remember doing drugs, I don’t remember being married, I don’t remember sex, I don’t remember college, I don’t remember working … I remember nothing!! Most of my life is spent wondering what in the hell is going on and why? I have a few fragmented “memories” that seem to be mine, but it may have been someone telling me a story. My memories and not necessarily mine, they could be something you or a friend told me about when we were kids that happened to them! All of the sudden, this memory becomes mine & I would swear to God that it’s mine & I’m telling you the truth.
When I was in the hospital, I was watching “The Deadliest Catch” on Discovery Channel. As I watched this, I was apparently very interested. Mom says she was sitting with me & the nurse came in to give me my medicine. The nurse told Mom that I said that I was a boat Captain & would deep sea fish for King Crab like they do on the TV Show. Mom laughed & said I wasn’t. The nurse throught that the story was great. I laugh about that now because a lot has changed in the appearance of this injury … but things like this still happen often. You must know that my intention was NEVER to lie to this nurse.
I’d imagine I’d even pass a lie detector because I am telling you what I preceieve to be the God’s honest truth. Trying to explain brain trauma is like you having to explain “making love” (not sex) to a kid. It can’t be done.
I can tell you this … picture in your mind the lotto drawing. They way they get those numbers out on random order is from one of those giant-spinning “ball machines.” The machine spins around & they draw a random number.
Most of the day … this is analogous to what it’s like in my mind. Information is spinning around randomly and I loose track of what I’m saying & doing. A fact will just randomly “spit out” that may or may not be useful. It may not even be my own memory but I will think it is. I watch something on TV and think that a “clue” in a show like Law & Order applies to my own life. Truth be told, I don’t trust this information in my mind because it may or may not be true. I don’t ever want to lie because it radically confuses the already random information spinning around. But then again, I may tell a lie and swear to God I am telling the truth.
This is a very hard to explain & I’m sorry I can’t find the words to do it. To give you an idea, writing this email took me took me 2 days now. Add to that, 2 hours & 17 minutes & I’ve had to read it 24 times (I tracked this information on paper).
I want my sister to understand that I can’t do what she wants me to. Mentally, I am unequipped. I love her & WANT TO HELP … BUT WHAT DO I DO??? It’s like me asking you to sit down & explain (in detail) how the physics of a splitting an atom works. Explain how a Plutonium atom is necessary for detonation versus that of an atom of Barium or Mercury.
I am absolutely exhausted ..
The Zolad
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