High Functioning

I learnt in the early days I was considered a high functioning ABI, I live independently, I pay my own bills, I pay my rent, Blah. Blah. Blah. 

The problem with being high functioning is when I am not at my best, like when I have a terrible migraine. No, not a headache, a migraine! People don’t realise what that means or how it brings my basic function level to zero. And the people round me, if they are the wrong people, don’t seem to help.

I learned recently that I can be “mean!” because a carer told me so. I realised all people with disabilities, if in pain and with someone that is actually not helping will get a dose of “MEAN!”

I can’t apologise for someone being unable to read the situation and being helpful. It’s when I can least micromanage someone.