PCS,PTSD & Motherhood


Whoa dude, where’d the rug go? …someone just pulled it out from under me!!

Tons of people have told me that I’m blessed to have whacked my head hard enough to pass out. Thanks y’all, that searing pain felt happy πŸ™‚ image

Anyway, there are some interesting side effects to enrich most days.

Some days, I’m scared of things I can’t remember, literally! I’m not scared because I can’t remember. I’m scared and can’t remember why. That’s messed up. 😦 I get anxious and I don’t remember why.
I get freaked out at colors, smells, and memories that randomly POP into my head. image

So, how does this affect motherhood?

Hey mom, are you ready to go?

Where?

Mom! You said I could go to XXXX today & do XXXX! Don’t you remember?

Hmm, no. Are we late?

Yeah mom (pouting teenager face & slumping shoulders)!

oops πŸ™‚image

Then there’s:

Hey ma, let’s go rent that video game you promised.

Huh??

Remember mom? You said you loved me, I’ve been a good boy & you wanted to reward me?

Hmm, no.
The other kid busts in the room.

Mom, you gonna fall for that? Bahahaha

Motherhood has become much, much, much more interesting!

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