CavinBounce

I bar tended for years and kept a stash of cash in a piece of furniture with a padlock. After several months in the hospital, I returned to my apartment to find that this piece of furniture was gone.

One or more of my friends had stolen from me, but I did not want to believe that my friends would do such a thing. As my brain fog lifted, it became clear and unavoidable. I questioned my friends and finally an admission was made.

From the post that I wrote about this: Moonshine Tears:

"I do not collect any money from him, but he sends me some every now and then. He has a desire to improve the person that he is and the relationship that he has with me. I am writing this because it is a part of my story that must be told. I am not writing this to embarrass my friends or family (and he is family and will always be part of my life), but to further heal in the actuality of our lives. This is why I am not mentioning his name. I do not want to make this extremely personal story a piece of his internet reputation that may effect future employment or anything of the sort. I would appreciate it if people could respect that and not harm him either. I have received his blessing in posting this piece because he understands that this is an important part of my story, but it scares the hell out of him. It is embarrassing. He is not proud of what he has done, but I am proud of him for how he has changed. I love him. We have managed to construct a little shack upon the shambles of our dilapidated friendship, and perhaps, one day, something stronger will be built; but I do not intend to work any harder than he does to do so."

Good question.

The first meal was the first restaurant I saw after getting the OK to eat. It was AMAZING to me, but apparently no one else thought so because the restaurant is now closed. :)

After waking from my first coma, my first words were apparently "Get this sh** out of my mouth!" :)

I am so sorry to hear that. I hope that you become a scientist, and we can talk about this further if you'd like.

Some people seem to have "seen the light," but I have absolutely no memory of the comas. That time has been completely erased in my memory. Maybe my hippocampus (seat of memory creation) was not functioning. :)

That is very cool of you to say.

I was originally babied by people and would get mad and tell them that I want to be treated normal. I told my friends to not treat me differently or accommodate my difficulties because I wanted to live up to society rather than the other way around.

I currently go to school and do not tell the class that I have a brain injury so that I do not get babied or treated like a "retard." I do not tell people and, because I have overcome so much, most people do not seem to notice.

I was pretty self conscious about my uncoordinated movements and wonky gate, but I walked around my neighborhood obsessively to regain some coordination.