Concussions are not fun.
I have seizures now because truth be told from November 2014 to August 10, 2015, I suffered an average of two concussions a month with the final major blow ending in traumatic brain injury August 10, 2015.
I received these concussions at the hands of my husband, Joseph Michael DeRiso. He gave me two previous to that as well.
One the night he got out of jail from his DUI because he thought I used had someone help me move his belonging to our house which was 45 miles away.
He also gave me one when we came back from Las Vegas because he swore I slept with someone while we were in Las Vegas; even though the only time I wasn’t with him was when he was off allegedly gambling (on money he stole from my purse).
In the matter of less than a year, I received 25 concussions and the final Traumatic Brain Injury on August 10, 2015. This doesn’t include being choked until my brain was deprived of oxygen which causes a brain injury called anoxia or hypoxia. This happened at least three to four times a week from July 2014 to April 2015 and then another 14 times from April to August 2015.
I am not talking about a simple hands around your neck choking. I am talking choking until it is lights out and out of anger.
Recent studies show that repeated blows to the head are NOT good. One would think this is common sense. Your brain is delicate. Being my brain didn’t have time to recover in between blows to the skull, his favorite thing to do would be choke me, get me to ground and start slamming my head on our hard floor, my brain would start compiling more injury.
I didn’t seek treatment in most of my injuries. However, when knocked out cold or choked out cold, you know you have been injured. When you go to work with a bloody nose and caked on make up to cover up a black eye. You know you have been injured. When you go to work, having to fly out of town for business and the cabin pressure makes your head feel like it is going to explode, you know you have a concussion.
When you do finally seek treatment, the doctor looks at you like you have been beat to death, you know there is something wrong.
When you go to the hospital because you have had a TIA and they want to keep but you know the doctor knows you have been beat and your abuser is right there, what do you do?
You have no choice but to leave because he is going to kill you if you don’t.
I sit here almost two-years later and the multiple concussions have caused me to have memory issues (don’t ask me if I took my dog for a walk yesterday). It has caused me to have a seizure disorder. It has caused confusion. It has caused word finding issues. It has caused me headaches. It has caused my life to become something that I never thought I would become at 44.
I have a hard time concentrating. It is like I have become the adult version of a child on Halloween candy.
I don’t know how parents with children who play sports handle watching their children get hit. I would worry about their precious little brains. Those helmets aren’t miracle workers. Each time they get hit, that computer they have in their head gets sloshed around and risks getting injured.
I am glad my boys didn’t play contact sports.