After a patient suffers a head injury or a Traumatic Brain Injury from a car accident or some other kind of trauma, they may experience rapid changes in the person’s behavior, known commonly as mood swings. Many patients experience these emotions in intense, short instances, often only lasting for a short period of time. Other patients may also experience mood swings, however, the emotional change stays with them for longer amounts of time. Most of the time, this is described by people who have a TBI as being “an emotional roller coaster,” as they switch between feelings of sad thoughts, happy thoughts, and than anger, all within just a short period of time.
Mood swings are common to people after incurring a TBI as head injuries often damage the part of the brain that is primarily responsible for controlling and governing the different emotions and behavior. If this area is altered or damaged due to an injury to the brain, it is easy to see how it may affect a person’s mood. People with traumatic brain injuries often have unpredictable behavior.
For example, someone with a TBI may experience random periods of crying or laughing without the relating emotions if the areas of the brain that control these responses are damaged. Patients who experience mood swings after a severe head injury can often expect the symptoms to recede over time. As the brain heals, the affected areas of the brain will return to normal. If the problem remains the same, doctors can prescribe mood stabilizers and other psychotropic medications to help.
Below are multiple videos from TBITalk and people who support TBITalk. We hope you enjoy videos.
-Most people, after suffering a TBI do make a good recovery.
-Using a seatbelt and wearing a helmet is one of the best ways to help prevent a TBI from occurring.
-One of the most commonly injured areas of the brain is the Frontal lobe, which controls thinking and emotion regulation.
-Males are twice as likely to incur a TBI than females are, according to statistics.
This post’s intention was not to present unfortunate facts about TBIs, below are some of the best ways to further your healing from a TBI.
-There Are Groups with Resources to Help TBI Survivors and Caregivers.
Practice going to occupational, speech, and physical therapy regularly. This helps improve how your mind functions. Since it has been proven that the brain has Nuroplasticity, therapy only helps accelerate your healing.
Beware of overstimulation. Overstimulation to the brain and or body could leave a detrimental effect to you. It is important to someone who has a TBI to regulate their energy as best as they can. A sufficient amount of sleep is paramount in one’s recovery.
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Last night I was talking to one of my friends, while socially distanced. We were video chatting and we started to joke. I am really quite animated when I am joking, everyone who knows me can confirm that. Anyway, I decided to do some sort of “Physical Comedy”, if in fact what I did was humorous enough to give it that title. I widened my mouth, further opened my eyes and dramatically tilted my head to the side. Like most of my comedy acts, I said to myself, “I can make this move bigger and it’ll be even more hilarious”!
Believe me when I tell you, it was hilarious! It was all fun and games until I triggered the neck injury that I wrote about over the Spring.
During the call, we laughed very hard and kept adding onto our joke with random, funny gestures, until I suddenly stopped and grabbed my neck as I yelled out “Ow”, with an expression of utter shock on my face, which signaled my friend to do the same. I couldn’t believe I got injured from playing around, yet again, but I did. So there I was, once again, with neck pain. It happened a bit after 10 o’clock last night. As I type this, it is 1:07 PM and I still have a little pain on the right side of my neck, slightly above and behind my ear. The crazy thing is, that when I initially injured my neck, it was on the left side…
Why exactly does pain change locations but remain in the same body part?
Honestly, I don’t yet know. I presume I’ll have to do additional research as to why that strange change has occurred. Perhaps because the neck is one body part and the nerves go throughout numerous places within the neck. I’m going to continue researching nerves in the neck and I’ll have a better idea about the specifics of what happened to my neck, why the pain returned on the opposite side, what my nerves and neck need to heal and what can be done to prevent it from happening again.
I will keep you updated,
I’m back with a quick update about my head/neck since another week and a half has passed by. At this point, I’m not having pain in my neck on the right side like I was after the first couple of weeks. When I press on the spot that was hurt, on my lower head and upper neck (left side), I feel a slightly more intense discomfort on the left side, than the right.
Lately I had forgotten about the injured spot because I wasn’t feeling pain like I had experienced a couple weeks ago. I am feeling very good and like myself, mostly. I only have a mild sensitivity on the left side of my neck, not where I got hurt but on the outer side where I had the pain after the lower back of my head and upper neck stopped hurting. I believe that’s partially because I like thick pillows and have been sleeping on my left side over the last week and a half.
In closing, this small experience has made me more aware and sensitive to how many different sensations you can experience after a hard hit and how fortunately, even though this was not a concussion or TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) a lot still happened in the healing process because many parts of the body are connected to each other. Although this hasn’t been fun per-say, this experience definitely has been interesting to research and take notes of the changes that go into healing from hit to the head.
Sunday night I hit my head, just above my neck, right next to my left ear when my siblings and I were joking around in the kitchen and when I turned around, my little brother bumped into my sister (also younger lol) and she accidentally hit me with her cellphone. I didn’t want to overreact and cause an extra problem by rushing to the hospital because I didn’t feel like anything serious enough happened for me to leave my house with this virus situation that’s been going around.
I felt in between fine and not completely fine. I prayed to God that nothing would be severely wrong with me and tried not to be anxious.
I knew the signs to look out for because I’ve read many articles on health and always ask a lot of questions when I have gone to any type of healthcare office or facility for myself or someone I know. Some signs that I have read to be aware of after a hit to the head were, after nothing very obvious such as unconsciousness, vomiting, blood or fluid draining from the nose, ear or behind the ear. I checked myself for those red flags and thankfully, I was fine!
I told my family what happened, that I would be back but didn’t know what time and I was going to lay in my room because I felt drowsy after the hit. My mother said I should stay downstairs where everyone can keep an eye on me and I ended up staying downstairs and sitting on the sofa. My father brought me some Tylenol and I asked my sister to bring my eye mask to the living room. I was feeling a bit odd but didn’t know how to explain the feeling entirely. I kept saying “my head feels odd” and I felt a lot of pain in the spot where I hurt my head.
I wanted to take a nap but I felt mentally awake so I ended up reading articles and texting a friend about what happened.
I also couldn’t fall asleep because everything was lively, nothing more than usual but my little brother is 8 and very active and I sleep better without stimulation. After a short while, I was getting frustrated because I felt tired and couldn’t fall asleep, on top of the fact that I was still in pain. I prayed repeatedly as I often do in stressful times, that Jesus would protect me from any major damage from what I hoped was a minor injury and I told Him all of my thoughts, feelings and concerns about what happened.
I also experienced a dulled sense of hearing in my left ear in the hour that followed my incident.
Tuesday evening I started to have a mild pain (about a 3.5 on the pain scale) that went down the side of my neck and almost halfway around the front of my neck. It concerned me a bit and I was unsure why I was experiencing that. Over the next few days I continued to have that pain and it even switched to my right side. I have had more headaches, I believe general headaches have to do with my sleep pattern and I should increase my water intake as well. I will keep documenting to further understand what exactly happened.
Fast forward another week, looking back I thought perhaps it was sympathetic nerve pain and will look that up tomorrow. As for my right side hurting instead of my left, I will have to do more research. I still have mild, occasional on and off pain on the sides of my neck and the soft spot on my upper neck behind my ear, on my left side feels pretty normal. It only has a slight discomfort when I press on that area to see if I feel more sensitivity on my left side than my right, and I do. Fortunately though, I am doing well and haven’t suffered any serious repercussions, so I am grateful to God for that!
It’s crazy to think all of those details and changes happened in a week and a couple days! The human body is fascinating and I continue to be in awe of how God created all the parts of the body to be intertwined so specifically and intricately. Evolution absolutely couldn’t come up with that.
Hello, I am David A. Grant, writing for TBITalk.com .
While there are many people who have lived with lifelong disabilities, I am a relative newcomer to being disabled. For the first forty-nine years of my life, I was fully-abled. Everything changed in late 2010. I was cycling in southern New Hampshire when a sixteen-year-old driver t-boned me. In two ticks of a clock, I went from being fully abled to living the life I live today.
This was not the plan I had for myself.
Unlike many who are visibly disabled, I live with what is commonly called an “invisible disability.” Millions of us that live in today’s society face challenges that are not visible to the naked eye. The list of invisible disabilities is long: autism, fibromyalgia, PTSD, depression, multiple sclerosis, and many mental illnesses are all part of this family of unseen disabilities.
Though the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) recognize most hidden disabilities, most of us with invisible challenges fly just under the radar screen of society.
When you see someone in a wheelchair, or perhaps walking with a companion animal, it’s pretty clear that that person may be disabled. But not so with people like me. I can drive without assistance. I work on a part-time basis, spend time with my granddaughter, and go about my day as many others do.
However, looks are deceiving
My cycling accident left me with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). While a common misconception exists that PTSD is exclusive to the military community, many who experience different kinds of trauma also live with the daily challenges that come with PTSD.
My life today feels like an acronym soup, often defined by short bursts of letters that have indescribable effects on my life. In addition to PTSD, I live with PCS (Post Concussive Syndrome) as well as the lasting effects of a TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury).
Like many who have experienced trauma, my life is now split between “before and after.” My life before my accident was average. In fact, some might call it downright dull. I went to work as a self-employed, self-sufficient individual. I’d suit up and show up, pay my bills, spend time raising my children, and move forward toward a future that did not include trauma. In fact, I’d planned to remain busy, happily married, work for another fifteen years, and then retire, doing things that retirees do.
Years ago, I heard a saying that still makes me smile. “If you want to make God laugh, make plans.” If there is an element of truth to this, he must have enjoyed a belly laugh at my plans.
Accepting that I am a disabled adult has been a long and painful process. I have fought the disabled moniker since it was first presented to me in early 2012 when a well-respected doctor let me know that I was “permanently disabled” because of my injury.
How dare he call me disabled? For years, I hated him for that. I am not a big fan of the “H” word, but hate him I did. I fought his diagnosis for many years.
I had completed neuropsychological testing about a year after my injuries in a fact-finding effort to see where my deficiencies remained, and what I could do to speed my recovery. The test results were quite grim. In a couple of key categories, I scored in the bottom 5%.
I, once prideful about my perceived life successes, now sat at the bottom of my cognitive class.
Sure, my tests showed that I was in the lower 5% for complex problem solving and verbal recall. A speeding car had hit me a year earlier. Your scores would have crashed too if you met a teenage driver at 35 MPH with nothing but a plastic helmet to save your life. But disabled? No way. You have got me confused with someone else, someone who might actually be disabled.
I did all I could to prove him wrong. I moved on with my life, wrote a couple of books, started a new career and continued to stumble forward in this new second life.
I’ve since learned that it is easier to realize perspectives in the rearview mirror. With the passage of time comes a new clarity. Here is where it gets hard.
Humbled, I eventually had to admit that the doctor was right. I am disabled. This is perhaps the biggest single mea culpa of my life. I needed to come to terms with my disability in my own terms and in my own time.
For several years, I tried to live my life as I did before my accident, but there were challenges at every turn. Vertigo created the occasional appearance of drunkenness, though I’ve not had a drink for decades. Slow cognitive processing speeds meant that I lived in a perpetual state of time delay. Sure, you can ask me a question, but don’t hold your breath waiting for me to answer. It may take some time for me to understand what you just asked me. Memory issues mean that I might ask you a question, then ask it again, and perhaps a third time for good measure.
None of these challenges is blatant to the naked eye, but spend a bit of time with me, and you’ll learn soon enough that I’m not as normal as I look. Such is the nature of being invisibly disabled.
I fought my fate for close to seven years until I could not fight it any longer.
It has only been over the last few months that I have accepted what I had been most afraid of. By accepting that I am a disabled adult, something unexpected happened—I have gained freedom. I no longer need to struggle to be who I was before my accident.
I am more at peace with my life than I have been in years. I am slowly learning that even though I am disabled, there is still much that I can do. And quite unexpectedly, I feel relief. I no longer have to prove myself. The internal conflict about who I am and how I fit into today’s world has finally gone quiet.
It is in that newfound calm that I will continue to rebuild my new life.