My entire frontal lobe was turned to hamburger.
There was an empty hole as big as my fist until scar tissue? formed, years later.
Temporal/occipatial lobe damage, as well.
Total anosmia, to boot.
It was a miracle I did not die.
11 day coma “only”.
Mostly intact but I have memory issues galore, mild absence seizures and neurological deficits.
This was back in 1981, when all they really did was strap you down and hope you didn’t die.
Things are probably better now, medically, but the craptastic “doctor” I had was barely more than useless.
I had NO support from family and no therapy.
My mother was pissed that the money spent on my hospital stay meant she didn’t get her usual annual new car.
Seems y’all are more willing to make sure your boy doesn’t wind up like me.
Have hope.
In spite of everything no one bothered doing, I actually got smarter.
“Changed” into a person who wanted to learn about “crazy stuff” like quantum physics and learned Greek to read the NT.
Before, I just wanted to party and see bands.
Probably the ‘rewiring’ effect.
So, maybe the difference will be the support he’s getting.
Hope so, anyway.
Concerned about myself and, later, our boy, I read a lot on the topic of rewiring.
It’s not easy (understatement). But it was a lot easier than “coping” as I was doing prior, wondering if I’d get worse.
The first year was the worst: Doc said if symptoms persisted after 8 months, they’d likely be permanent. He was only wrong about the “permanent”.
I forced myself to do things which were incredibly difficult but the one thing which mattered to me was my creativity (it was gone).
In my own case, my own “therapy” helped, but it was eliminating the systemic inflammation which literally turned on the lights. No joke: I woke up one day and knew something was different, but it took a few days for it to sink in and about 300 hours of research to understand why (that’s me: I have to have an explanation).
“Therapy” continued and eventually I wrote the book(s). My creativity returned as well and now I don’t need to sell all my woodworking tools.
“Craptastic doctor”. I think I’ll have to borrow that :)
I’m glad you found your own way. I hope your story helps others.