Reply to Desperate…

Reply to Desperate 

You seem to be plagued by the same issues that I have, though, I am right-handed and wouldn’t you know it?  It is my right side that is partially paralyzed.  I used to try walking daily…until one lady who had her child with her mentioned to the girl, “Hurry, walk over here,” and they crossed the street.  Well so much for my daily walks (I was so embarrassed) or how about the time I was walking down the street and a small gang of teens began laughing as they pointed and mimicked me.  My slowed thinking brain, didn’t know what to say, (probably good) because my speech was affected also and that would have given them more ammo!  My hip is extremely painful most minutes and it drops when I try walking so that I have a girlish walk, or so I’ve been told.

My TBI occurred twenty-four years ago at age thirty-four and I am now fifty-eight.  I really do wish that I died in the accident (because there is never improvement so I isolate myself) and I just learned a few weeks ago that my dear mother did not want to continue life-support anymore as she considered my life over, but my then wife, wanted to keep me alive.  So being a trusting fool, I emerged from the two-month long coma and signed the papers granting my wife guardianship.  The ex took everything out of our names and put them in her name only — then divorced me.  She wouldn’t allow me to live at the home I had built four years earlier, but she continued to get my SSDI checks because she was my guardian, and try as one may to get her out of that roll, it took approximately a year. See when I called the social security department and asked to have her removed I was always told, “You can’t remove your own guardian, she will have to have herself removed. ” They talked down to me because my speech sounded as if I were drunk (slurred speech and inability to find correct word).

I have had a flawless record, not even a misdemeanor in 53 years, but then, well please read the arrest on my blog-site,  I complained to the cops over and over that I was disabled, but they gave me a breathalyzer test anyway.  The guy who administered the test  said to me, “I don’t understand it…no alcohol showed up!”

“I told you that I am disabled, not drunk!”  The way those  cops treated me in Stillwater, MN was despicable.

I am now a convicted felon currently serving five-years probation and am going back to court in July for voting in 2010.  My kid’s school had signs everywhere you looked telling you to get out and vote, the announcers on the radio reminded me, the mail was even reminding me to get out and vote.   The prods were everywhere; however, when I did I had police officers showing up at my door almost a year after the fact, in July of 2011.  There have been three court appearances to date but will be going in on the twenty-third of July for the final judgment.  This charge brings with it five years in jail or a $10,000 fine or both.

I remember attending Brain Injury Support Groups in about 1990 and after seeing how everybody seemed to be so happy I stood up and loudly asked, “What are all of you so happy about?”

Almost in unison they said, “We’re happy because we lived!”

And then I replied, “So what, you can’t do anything. This is not living it is only existing!”

My injuries are such that I haven’t been able to work since the crash, Mom you were so right.

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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