My name is Brenna. A handful of years ago I received a Traumatic Brain Injury, it changed my life in many different ways.
Migraines, dizziness, nausea, troubles concentrating and remembering; I was losing my mind with all the hospital stays and doctors appointments. I tried countless treatments and endured a myriad of tests, yet we had nothing to show for it. Most doctors dismissed it as Post Concussive Syndrome, but something felt off. It wasn’t just the TBI, I could feel it. Then one day I passed out, and the pieces started to fall into place.
One day in January of 2019, I was diagnosed with something called Dysautonomia, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS) specifically. Dysautonomia is a dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system. Thats the system that controls the sub-consious things your body does. Breathing, your heart rate, blood pressure, even digestion. Just about anything falling into that category can be affected. Some people, like me, have intestional dysmotility or parlysis. Some have problems with high heart rates when changing potitions, thats the tachycardia in POTS.
Before the switch was thrown and my life track rerouted, I used to be in colour and winterguard. I still love it dearly with my whole heart. But a brain injury and a disorder that causes you to pass out doesn’t quite mix with tossing 6 foot metal poles in the air on a football field all afternoon. Luckily I can watch Clash of the Corps on Amazon Prime when I need a DCI fix.
The same day I was diagnosed with POTS, I was hit with two other diagnoses. My life was rerouted yet again. I was diagnosed with a connective tissue disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and an autoimmune condition called Mast Cell Activation Syndrome. These two conditions in addition to my POTS have drastically altered my life. I am disabled, I can’t work, I just finished high school after six years of struggling. These disorders come with hospital stays, specialists visits, central lines, feeding tubes, and mountains of medications. But, they also come with community.
Zebras, as those with rare disorders are called, will always find one another. They’ll reach out and offer a hand to those newly diagnosed. They’ll put together physical and online meetups so we can discuss our symptoms, rant about ableism, and just talk about life. They’ll be there at 3 am when your in too much pain to sleep but need a friend to just be there with you. I am glad, in a way that I was diagnosed with the trifecta. Without these life altering disorders, I would not have found my people; my dazzle (thats what a group of zebras is called).
Know that you know a little bit about me, feel free to explore my posts. Who knows, you may even find the ramblings of a disabled, chronically ill nerd interesting!