Back to the Beginning: Embarrassing Moments (posted Oct. 16, 2008)


I never get used to making mistakes.

I had my phone off the last couple of days while I got through this bug and had a message from a co-worker of some errors I’d made. This particular co-worker was not being unkind, it still does not feel good. It took me a couple times of listening to the message to understand. It surprises me I make mistakes after five-plus years at this job, and I still don’t see them myself. The old me would never do such a thing.

I don’t miss working in the office being embarrassed in front of our small office, my errors big as elephants spotlighted for all to see. There was a time I had comebacks, and then, as time wore on, none. It was as if my heart caved in and my shoulders slumped to protect an empty torso. There are a lot of heart piercing facets to being disabled, having others point out my shortcomings in an unkind manner is a least favorite.

Sometimes I wonder what they say about me now at the office, am I the office joke?

There is a lot of self-talk we folks with TBI do. In the beginning it is often not very kind, patient, or understanding. It is a process to accept ourselves in light of all the mistakes we now make and how we are different. Nobody I know enjoys having a TBI, but we have to get to the point where we grow strong in the broken places because a house divided will not stand, and really, a lot of times, the only person we have left is ourselves. It is a process, one that usually is a mix of tears, disappointment, grief and frustration when I’ve hit the walls of my limitations and cannot ‘make’ myself be someone I’m not or do something I can’t.

I have had people question me why I can’t do this or that, and I’m sure it is out of a frustration that does not pale my own. If I could do better, I would. I wish I simply had the choice.

I never get used to making mistakes or having people point them out.

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not;
and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
– H. W. Longfellow

Labels: acceptance, embarrassment, mistakes, self-talk

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About Resilient Heart

TBI x3, that's me! If you had a Traumatic Brain Injury (or Injuries!) and knew you might not remember dates, events, people, etc., would you live each day differently? Would you give more, forgive more, heal more? I am. The statistics for me developing Dementia or Alzheimer's is a high possibility - one, because of the TBIs, and two - because I'm genetically predisposed. Come with me as this present moment is all we know we have... Wishing you all the best - today & always. Blessings, Love & Peace, RH
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