There’s that saying “the wrong side of the bed,” like “he (or she or you) got up on the wrong side of the bed.” If you have a TBI (like I do), it’s hilarious to hear that phrase when it’s used by anyone towards you, to explain your emotional state at all, at any time of day.
Why? Because when you have a TBI, that’s the only side of the bed you wake up on: that’s the only side of any bed. That’s every bed and thus every side of every bed. There is absolutely no other side of any bed, there is only one side and it’s always the wrong one. It is often misunderstood.
There is no “right” or wrong”, there is only TBI, and it’s unpleasant. Every side of every bed is experienced as the “wrong” side by everyone occasionally, but especially with anyone who has a TBI, or any brain related injury, illness, or disease. For instance, anyone with depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, Alzheimer’s, dementia, Parkinson’s, stroke, or whatever. I’m talking about anything “neuro.” To others, we all get up on the “wrong side of the bed.” It’s hilarious, because to us it’s like “Where did you get your bed? LOL…..oh in the ‘nothing bad has happened to me department of life.’” (I’m sure most get it).
The saying “the wrong side of the bed,” is really just a simple social idiom, and most of us in Planet TBI understand this. After all, how many times have we had to go through the “idiom” part of cog. therapy? Probably many of us many times, and while i have never heard this one, i know what it means, because it’s my life everyday (maybe caregivers too, IDK).
I have heard this idiom given to me to decode in cog therapy: “it’s raining cats and dogs.” I’m supposed to know what that means. Well, I know what the fuck that means, but I don’t speak that way, and also I got up on the quote “wrong side of the bed.” What you now don’t get is that it is the only way i get up, and maybe it’s fucking raining and maybe it’s not, but you’re still asking me what that phrase you used means.
Do YOU know what the “wrong side of the bed” feels like every day? I’m guessing you don’t, and it’s fucking raining. I’ll sell you my raincoat and my umbrella for the price of don’t ask me anymore silly questions. You’ve got a different bed than me. Have a nice day. I only have the awful bed, and if you or anyone really wants to know how i’m doing, the answer is always in my mind, and it’s always “awful” or “terrible” or “i have a brain injury so figure it out yourself!”
You know this one everyone asks you: “How you doing?” I guess that one is supposed to take the place of “hello?” I never know how to answer, or what to say.