Concussion Diaries – Haddayr Copley-Woods

On assuming you know things and being happy and biking

I posted this wonderful article on Facebook last night by The DIY Couturier: 21 Tips to Keep Your Shit Together When You’re Depressed. It was a direct response to one of those interminable articles by happy people on how to be happy just like them (quick sum-up: it’s not luck, stunningly easy access to the upperContinue reading “On assuming you know things and being happy and biking”

Sing each verse as if it were the whole song.

I do not believe that God has a plan for me. I do not believe in fate. I do not believe that I am some kind of special creature the universe is trying to teach a lesson. I think if there is a god she cares about and nurtures my potential as much as sheContinue reading “Sing each verse as if it were the whole song.”

Ill-suited

I do not think I am overstating when I say that I have handled having an inexplicable, wildly fluctuating, baffling and mysterious disabling disorder with a fair bit of levelheaded calm. Panache, even. Style. (My wheels and my crutches are sa-WEET.) This is not how I’m handling my concussion. Not at all. I wonder. IsContinue reading “Ill-suited”

Treasures

I have no idea what a non-autistic 10-year-old’s pockets are filled with on laundry day; here is the treasure I found last night in AJ’s pockets: Two pairs of earbuds, only one of them his Gorgeous origami paper, the back of which contained directions for making a dove Five watch batteries (?) This incredibly detailedContinue reading “Treasures”

A scream in the night

Blearily, I head up the stairs tonight to get the boys’ nighttime started. Jan has a thrown-out back and we are both out of it. I make sure AJ is tucked into my bed with his Kindle (he reads there before bed while his little brother and I read in the other room). “Bob*,” IContinue reading “A scream in the night”

Concussed

I type this looking away from the screen, out the front window where it snows lushly and my neighbor has parked her truck and climbed up her icy, snow-covered steps into the apartment building across the street. My neighbor is very glamorous; today she wears a pink scarf over her beautiful red hair. The couchContinue reading “Concussed”