My accident happened on June 29, 1994, I was working as a surveyor in Rhode Island at the time. I was in a coma for three and a half weeks, then transferred to a rehabilitation hospital in Woburn, MA. I attended all sorts of therapies: speech, O.T. and many others, I just can’t remember them all.

Society can’t see what I have been through. Today I live on my own, it’s hard, but I have a big family that I can always count on. I volunteer here and there, but I’m not physically disabled but different mentally than before. Society can’t see these changes, I’m suffering but it’s mainly inside. No one can see my pain or feel my severe headaches. I have no time for relationships, just taking care of number one is hard enough. Friends are hard to find. A woman with a hidden injury like mine told me that easy things are hard to do and hard things seem so easy, I can relate to that. I drive if I feel it is safe. But society can’t see that, all they see is a person trying to do everything as close to perfect as s/he thinks it should be. I read somewhere that a brain cannot be cured, it can only be treated. Each day that goes by poses a new challenge, but society can’t see that.