My Son and Me

Name: 
Christopher Rippie
Location: 
Baltimore
Caregiver Relationship: 
Child
Living Arrangements: 
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Primary Illness: 
Traumatic Brain Injury

Really hard to talk about sometimes. There's so many conflicting emotions. First, I had no idea what a TBI was or meant. It almost feels like life in prison. We are both in a solitary confinement of our own. I am 62 years old and my son is 34 years old. He was hit by a taxicab on August 6, 2005. His TBI affected his memory, and suffers both short term and long term memory loss. So, it's left up to me to remember. And at my age and later, scares the heck out of me. Who will care for him? Who will remember for him? I am sad, mad, and ao much more. I love my son, but sometimes I feel he died back in 2005. That some alien, devil, or evil spirit took over him. Then I feel guilty for feeling that way. I'm tired, and alone in this. Had my mom for awhile, but at 86 years old, I can't burden her anymore. Plus, like other's in our life, we're left alone and left out most of the time. Sorry if this is too long. I just need help. I need someone who understands, to talk to. The hatred and cruelty to my son and myself from some, is just too much. I pray all the time, but still feel so alone. Thanks for listening and God bless you all.

Wish List: 
Wow! More attention to those who suffer with a TBI. Maybe help me start a fundraiser for the TBI survivors and their caregivers. There's so many side effects from TBI's too. Seizures, blindness, and more. Caregivers need help too. Maybe a service to give them a break and have help, when time away is needed.