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from the Introduction
Brain injury is a quiet crisis; the numbers are almost too large to make sense. As many as 5.3 million Americans are living with a permanent disability resulting from a brain injury, a full two percent of the population. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report that 1.4 million Americans sustain a brain injury each year, and that fifty thousand people die from that injury. Almost a quarter-million people are hospitalized; the remaining number are treated and released from the emergency room. Some of the released go home comforted, only to discover they no longer have a sense of smell or taste, or that their sleeping habits have changed, or that they can’t seem to do their job anymore. There are more undiscovered head injuries in this world than are dreamt of in our medical journals. Only now are we beginning to understand something about the number of known brain injuries.
Reframed, the numbers nauseate. In America alone, so many people become permanently disabled from a brain injury that each decade they could fill a city the size of Detroit. Seven of these cities are filled already. A third of their citizens are under fourteen years of age. Currently, there are at least ninety thousand Americans with a brain injury so severe that it requires an extended stay in a post-acute brain injury rehab, but there are only a few thousand specialty beds, and upwards of 90 percent of them are already occupied. The severely brain injured are not getting the treatment they need—they’re getting mistreated through neglect, misplacement, and isolation
Numbers, however, are not lying in hospital beds, nor are they languishing in mental health asylums and prisons. A brain injury has a way of exposing humanity at its most vulnerable, fragile, and determined. Because the brain is composed of a million billion synaptic connections, each injury to the brain is as unique and complex as the life it affects. No matter how much detail a person’s medical records indicate about their injury, the record is only a shadow, a small hint, at the human behind the injury. In the leveling world of TBIs, soccer moms grow heroic as soldiers, drug addicts transcend to the holy, the holy lose hope, and great egos give way.
The sequence of events goes something like this: the brain gets damaged, and two months later, the million-dollar insurance policy is depleted and the patient is shuffled out the door with a shrug of shoulders. A course of treatment that should have lasted years is cut short before it even starts. Bereft, the family starts mining libraries and websites and social service agencies for anything and anyone who can make sense, who can act. Meanwhile, the TBI survivor gets bumped from nursing home to psychiatric ward to emergency room to homeless shelter to group home and elsewhere. They subsist in a medical purgatory. For all their determination and perseverance, the caretakers and the patient wind up shortchanged with me. I show up as embarrassed as a fireman late for a fire.
Copyright © 2008 Michael Paul Mason
Copyright© 2008 Michael Paul Mason