> I'm a brain injury survivor, ... It's a condition that is complex, individual and often hard to explain to the people in your life.

yeah, it's complicated...

I knocked myself out at the lake when I was 17, and have almost complete amnesia for about 2 weeks. I spent 10 days under observation in the hospital, but only remember a brief moment when the friend whose personal watercraft I was riding came to visit (hit my chin on the handlebars -> knocked out). He brought my brother too, and my mom stayed with me in the hospital, but I never had any memories of them or anything else at the hospital.

Retrograde Amnesia is when memories stop before an injury: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retrograde_amnesia

I slept-walked through the first quarter of my senior year of high school... I remember once asking a question of my aunt (whom I was living with, for attending that school), then realizing that I'd just asked the same question a moment before.

I went for a followup with the neurologist who'd followed me in the hospital, and asked him about the double-vision. He said that I'd stunned the nerve that goes to the muscle that pulls my left eye to the left, and that it should get better with time, and all my other symptoms should get better with time, and that there wasn't much that "medicine" could do to speed my recovery.

Sure enough, as more weeks passed I found that I could 'direct' my 'lazy' left eye to pull left, and collapse my double-vision into one: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strabismus

Eventually the double vision was only when I was tired.As the neurologist predicted, by about six months post-injury my double vision was mostly resolved. There were still stutters when I used my eyes eyes to track things, but this wasn't really noticeable, and I'd probably always had difficulties with eye tracking. For example, I was never able to hit a baseball very well, possibly because I couldn't follow it from the pitcher's hand...

I'd still get headaches when I wore sandals, so I didn't wear sandals anymore.

Then I went off to college, where I soon developed an undefined nerve condition. It was triggered by the new laptop, but really this was just a 'spark' that lit the 'kindling' prepared by the head injury a year before. The first 3 doctors I went to were dismissive - they saw a skinny 18-year old who just needed to exercise a little.

The early internet convinced me that I had "carpal tunnel syndrome", but that's characterized by numbness, and my nerves were just inflamed. Later slashdot and other sites convinced me that I had a 'Repetitive Strain Injury', but nothing helped.

I didn't want to go back to 'teh college' after my first year (it was very expensive), but my dad said "just get your degree, then you can do what you want." I was (still) good at school, figured I could get out in 2.5 years, and I didn't know what else I'd do anyways. Retrospectively, the piece of paper (degree) hanging on my dad's wall isn't worth what he paid for it, but he likes it I guess...

Post-college I vowed to figure out the inflammation that I experienced all the time. I worked for a restaurant that my father was invested in for a couple years, then I helped take care of my grandmother during her brief cancer experience. My aunt paid well - she basically paid for appointments with a very good doctor who helped release a lot of the the physical trauma I'd incurred at the lake, 7 or 8 years before. Got married, went to work for my father for another 2 years, then my 'loony' wife wanted to move 2 hours away... (we were married for 2 years, 2 weeks 5 days, and ~20 hours. We get along much better now that we're not married anymore, and she's now much more stable than she was when I met her. I guess her business is starting to take off...)

I worked at an amazon warehouse for the 2011 holiday season [1]. It was the first and only "real job" ('employee' at a non-family business) I've ever had. About a month after I was dismissed, I saw an ad on Craigslist for the local taxi company, and remembered the time that I had to call that cab company for a ride. (This will be covered in 'Taxi Wars: A New Hope', when I get around to writing it...)

[1] http://www.taxiwars.org/humanitys-second-best-hope/

Taxi driving was awesome because there was no boss. The money wasn't always great, but it was enough to get by while I tried to finish figuring out my little health condition.

I got wrapped up taking care of some of my passengers. The "Who are your Lifelines" guy [2] completely depleted my meager savings. It wasn't just him, though - I was sent a regular stream of people who needed more than just a ride...

[2] http://www.taxiwars.org/who-are-your-lifelines/

Anyways... yeah, head injuries are complicated. I didn't get any artistic abilities, but maybe I became more empathic. By any objective measure, I'm still sort of dysfunctional now. And if it weren't for the support of my father, I'd still be driving a taxi going nowhere quickly. But I have other websites with products for sale (HN is not a target market), and in the last few months I've figured enough out to feel confident enough to promote (advertising/etc)...

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