So, I just have some things to get off my chest and also need some advice.
So I’m just going to start from the beginning of my problem.
I’m 16, almost 17. My life has been eventful, to say the least. I’ve had problems with truancy (missing to much school). I was put into a group home for a month (instead of being put into juvenile detention) for missing so much school. Then I was put into a mental facility under suicide watch (I’ve never cut myself, or self mutilation, or actually tried to kill myself. I just opened my mouth at the wrong time) for a week. I was released from the group home, and put in my older brothers custody until school ended. I had to start going to counseling and the reasons to my problems all came out…
My parents have been married for 18 years, and it has been hell. Most of their marriage was spent fighting, or split up, ever since I can remember. Both my mom and dad were heavily into drugs when I was younger (dad also drank a lot), but then he quit doing drugs (but kept drinking). I was put back into my parents care after school ended. Mom was really into prescription drugs recently. She was arrested 3 times, with 2 dui’s. But my dad got his act together for me and himself (he started going to AA classes) and he pretty much quit drinking, which was more than I could ask for. My mom was put in jail for getting her 3rd dui the day after she had court, so that left me with my dad. My dad and I bonded, spent weekends together, and just took care of pretty much everything together. I’ve always favored my dad over my mom just because he’s always been there for me, even when he was drinking.
On September 9th, my dad was in an accident at work. He was on a fork lift thing, was about 20-30 feet in the air, the fork lift malfunctioned, tipped over, and he fell directly on his forehead. He crushed his entire skull, broke his leg, and a few ribs. A friend of his picked me up at school about 9 a.m. and I knew something was wrong. She told me he was in an accident at work, but he was going to be ok. So I believed her, until we got to the hospital and they took us back to the private room. I saw my Grandma, my 2 uncles (one was operating the machine my dad fell off of), and one of the people my dad works for. They were all crying, so I was expecting the worst. My Grandma told me what happened, and I could have died right there. They let me go back to see him, and he looked so bad. His head was covered in blood and he couldn’t talk or anything. They told me chances of him living were slim to none. Paramedics took him to a hospital where they have a trauma unit, where he went through a 14 hour surgery to save is life.
He’s come a long way in 2 months, but it’s so hard. Yesterday I went to see him for the first time in 2 weeks, and he swore I was there the day before. He knows who his friends are, and he still has his mannerisms. They ask him basic math questions and to name basic objects. He does well with the math, and can name most objects but he still gets confused. He was asked what a paint brush was and he called it a paint shovel :/ His eye is pointed inward on the side he landed on (with really bad double vision). Doctors said this can be fixed by ‘training’ the eye.
I’ve been really sad since this, and it was just kind of a wake up call that it really could happen to you.
I guess where I’m going with this is:
How can I deal with this?? (Staying sad/depressed)
And what are the chances (if anyone knows) of him recovering?? And I do know he won’t even be completely the same.
But anything would help.
Please don’t answer if you’re just going to put something rude or ridiculous.