I Was Accidentally Hit on the Head—and I'm Still Struggling With the Side Effects of a Brain Injury a Year Later
This article is part of Health's series, Life Interrupted: Living With an Invisible Illness. Each month, one women will share what it's like to appear healthy on the outside while navigating daily life with a serious physical or mental health condition.
“When will you be better?”
“You still have symptoms?”
“Maybe pop an Ibuprofen.”
These are the types of questions and comments I've been receiving since beginning my journey with post-concussion Syndrome (PCS), following a mild traumatic brain injury in February 2019.
How I respond varies depending on my mood and the person who is asking, but usually it's something along the lines of:
“I don’t know. Hopefully next year, maybe?”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t do much for me.”
To be fair, I’d likely be the one saying such things in the past. I had no idea what PCS was before this year, especially because the pain from my first concussion eight years ago went away quickly with no lasting damage. I genuinely believed that would be the case this time. Now nearly a year after this injury, I continue to experience symptoms—with slow and unsteady progress.
An accidental hit to the head
My journey began when I participated in a wrestling-themed improv show. The goal to “keep things safe” went awry as the show got chaotic, and at one point somebody’s leg hit my head at high velocity. (My neuro-optometrist’s response upon hearing this: “Dude, whoa, what?!”) I saw stars and felt a bit dizzy, so I stayed on the sidelines for the remainder of the show, figuring my head would calm down soon. Nobody was concerned because I “seemed so calm.”
After the show, I headed home and noticed streetlights appeared particularly bright. The next day, my head still hurt and I felt off, so I took a sick day from my real estate marketing job and went to the clinic near my home in New Jersey. The doctor performed routine tests and diagnosed my symptoms as mild traumatic brain injury (TBI). She instructed me to rest for a few days, and to get a CT scan if I passed out, threw up, or if symptoms lasted for more than a month.
Over the next four weeks, I experienced dizziness and nausea. But I never passed out or vomited, so I continued with my normal life of an office job, performance, and friends. I avoided jogging and minimized screen time due to my light sensitivity and the migraines I was now having. Most people I interacted with didn’t suspect anything was wrong because I looked fine.
After a month of experiencing the same symptoms, I went for a CT scan, which was negative—apparently common for brain injuries—and saw a neurologist. He was not highly educated in PCS, unfortunately. With my symptoms continuing and having no idea when or if I'll truly recover, I have since sought out specialists who are.
Post-concussion side effects persist
I’d read a bit in the past about NFL players experiencing long-term concussion problems, but nothing about sustained side effects for people like me. I’ve since learned that many of my symptoms are common, but that each brain is incredibly different. Here are some of my symptoms:
Migraines. I’d had a handful of migraines throughout my life, but they always went away within a day. With PCS, I experience pain in my head around the clock. Pain ranges from low-level to something like daggers in my skull, forcing me to lie down in a dark room with ice packs. Heat and humidity make it worse.
Vision problems. I am extremely light-sensitive since the injury—imagine going to a matinee and your eyes never fully adjust after leaving the dark theater. Tools that help me cope include blue light glasses for glares. Also, I’ve lowered the brightness and blue light settings on my phone. The brighter screens from phones around me are still a lot to take in.
My brain also struggles to follow fast movements and excessive visual stimulation. Walking in busy areas like Times Square are beyond overwhelming. I now wear a cap in the city, which decreases visual input. Certain visual exercises help me, like doing jigsaw puzzles.
At my office, working at my computer exacerbates symptoms. My employer has accommodated me by getting me anti-glare screen covers. I have a gorgeous view of the Manhattan skyline from my desk, but I keep the shades down to reduce the painful light. Some coworkers don’t know about or forget I have PCS, so they’ll comment about how dark it is at my desk, while it feels bright to me.
"Brain flooding." Brain flooding is terrifying—but thankfully this hasn’t occurred often. Too much stimulus—noise, lights, conversation—and my brain shuts down. I don’t pass out, but my brain feels like it freezes up, and I can’t think. It’s as though my brain was previously working as a new iPhone, then suddenly becomes a 2002 flip phone with low battery power that can only be used to dial a few numbers. When these symptoms come on, I have to immediately rest so that I can function again.
Vertigo. I started to accept having a (hopefully) temporary disability when I began asking for disability seating on the crowded commute to and from work. I was tired of experiencing vertigo from standing up on the train before realizing I didn’t need to do that to myself. At first, I was afraid my fellow commuters would resist. Each time I’ve asked, however, everyone has been very willing to move. I usually say “Hi, I have a brain injury,” then point to my head and the seat. They get up, only occasionally with a confused look on their face.
Socializing with a brain injury
Socializing with PCS has been a challenge. I’ve taken a break from performance. Groups are tough because of the brain energy it takes to process multiple speakers. Shorter, one-on-one social settings in quieter environments work best for me. I tend to turn down larger social invitations.
Over the summer, one friend was confused when I couldn’t commit to go hiking with her, which would have involved a car ride and possible overheating and vertigo. The friend had asked her sister, a neurologist, if I could do the trip post-concussion, and her sister said “Yes, a few weeks after is fine.” That made it harder for my friend to believe me. Even many neurologists don’t understand the PCS recovery process.
Another friend told me to have a more “positive outlook” when I shared fears about attending a future event. I couldn’t help but reply, “Would you say 'just be positive' to somebody in a wheelchair?” While staying hopeful is important, it’d be dishonest to assume I’ll be fine within a certain time frame.
On the flip side, many friends are understanding and patient. I went to a wedding recently, wore earplugs and left early, and the bride understood. Another friend learned that jigsaw puzzles help with PCS recovery and gave me a Saved by the Bell puzzle. My family was in denial for a while because I looked fine. They've since come to accept the fact that concussion recovery is a major part of my life.
It’s an ongoing challenge to determine if, when, and how to bring up PCS. Sometimes I speak up and advocate for accommodations. Other times I let it go, because there may be no immediate accommodation and I don’t trust the other person to understand the condition.
Finding support in the PCS community
Fortunately, I discovered the PCS community, where I’ve learned that 10-30% of traumatic brain injury sufferers develop PCS, and that I am definitely not alone.
I was tapped into this community through Jenn, a woman I knew from the comedy world, who shared openly about her concussion recovery on social media. I reached out and she gave me a ton of helpful tips about specialists and tools. I assumed she had severe TBI, because she’d been struggling for so long. But she too had mild TBI, and she suggested I take the word “mild” out of it to understand the condition correctly.
About three months following my injury, I saw her post an Instagram photo of a puzzle that included the hashtag #postconcussionsyndrome. I clicked on it to reveal a whole world of fellow TBI victims posting about their journey, including the tools they use and challenges they face.
Molly Parker’s account and the PINK Concussions Facebook group have been especially helpful. Molly even pointed me to my neuro-optometrist. I also found out my friend Jules got their concussion before me, but neither of us knew the other had PCS because neither of us brought it up until a mutual friend told me Jules also had it.
Connections with friends, strangers, and professionals who understand PCS have made a massive difference in navigating this invisible illness. Before, I felt fairly alone in long-term concussion recovery. Now I hear stories every day from people on the same path. I still don’t know how long I’ll be grappling with symptoms, but I do have hope I can heal from this thing in time, even if nobody—including family, friends, physicians, and CT scans—can see it.
The important part is that I know this is real. I see myself and let PCS be visible to me, so I seek the help I need.
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