Trying to fill my memories

Over breakfast this morning, I asked my husband Paul how he told my friends back in the UK about my brain injury in 2008. Eighteen years after in happened. How has it taken me so long to ask that question? Turns out one person was told what happened when they met one of my pals on the Glasgow Underground!

Now I think about it, I’ve lately been trying to fill the gaps in, in terms of my memories. A few weeks ago, I messaged a friend I used to work with in Melbourne. We met for lunch a few times after my injury and I can’t remember what I said to her at all. So, I wrote to her to apologise. She immediately wrote back and said I shouldn’t apologise at all – that there was nothing to say sorry for!

At the moment I’m trying to work through something with my brain injury counsellor that’s very related to this. I need to deal with and change the way I feel so indebted to my mum, my dad and Paul for what I put them through back then. When I say it to my mum, she immediately asks me what would I have done if it had been my son? Of course I’d have jumped on a plane to get to him, and she’s got a good point. It’s what parents do. But the indebtedness feeling I have at times isn’t very helpful to me, or to them, so I’d better get thinking about it…