Description

The Woman I Used To Be

By Catherine OToole Scott

ISBN: 9781783823093

Published: 2016
Pages: 87
Key Themes: Mental Health, Brain Injury, Encephalitis

Introduction

Introduction

At the age of fifty seven I was an active business woman and first time grandma. Having just celebrated my sons wedding in Malta, his birth place, all in life was good and I was poised to launch into a positive, busy retirement with plans to further my counselling practice as well as consider volunteering overseas.
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Yet suddenly I was just a body in a bed for what would turn out to be months rather than days. Instead of my new plans taking off, a whole diagnostic process started, my body and my future at a standstill whilst samples were shipped all over the country, to help find out what was wrong with me. Academically, your mother is not ill one consultant told my daughter. Yet my body, capable it seemed only of confusion, anger, tears, a sense of bewilderment and complete loss, was not we.

An automatic thought was to want to write, to journal, to get down on paper whatever the it was that was wrong with me. This thought, however, had to remain a wish, a desperate urge as I discovered I was no longer able to write, read or hear, able instead only to cry and cry and cry, a relentless weeping that I was unable to stop for the next two years as I wondered how would it all end?

I kept thinking that if I were a caterpillar I would have at least two options and even then only if I managed to get past the caterpillar stage before being stomped on. At worst I would be a hairy moth, sprayed with insecticide in an effort to save whatever it is that moths destroy in their effort to live. Or, at best, I might emerge a butterfly that may be remarked, even perhaps admired for its appearance, even when it is lying dead on the windowsill.

I think that I have come closer to being the butterfly, as the sad reality for most people who suffer from Encephalitis is that they look OK, despite what is going on in their mind or body. For many there are no visible signs that day to day life is a constant effort of planning, deploying strategies for managing, for coping with losing our purpose and our work, finding ourselves instead with days filled with trying to do the things that we once did in a couple of hours, even after a days work.

Its taken everything to get to a point of some acceptance of this new person who we do not know, and in acknowledging that Encephalitis is something that, once you have been affected, means you are never going to be the same again. For me, acceptance is understanding that the residual affects will not now kill me, but that I, the new me, will die with them.
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