Wilson’s first-person account of living with a traumatic brain injury.
When she was a teenager, Wilson was flattered when an older, former high school sports star showed interest in her. Romance was her priority; she put off her education and got married when she became pregnant. Wilson quickly figured out that Randy wasn’t ready to settle down. His weekend drinking with his band mates spread to weekdays, and he began missing work because it interfered with his partying. Increased traffic to their home made her suspicious, and fatherhood changed nothing. When Randy caught her flushing his drug stash, he attacked her. Wilson escaped with their young daughter, Jessica, but the damage was done. She left with a brain injury and a second child in utero. While Wilson was extremely well-intentioned—she moved to a shelter for abused women, returned to nursing school, tried to nurture her children—she remained baffled by her forgetfulness and inability to keep a job. Her older daughter assumed the role of the parent of her sister and her own mother. While Wilson’s story is emotionally affecting, she elicits sympathy from the facts of the incidents themselves, not her telling, which is remarkably dispassionate. Due to the nature of her injuries, she required help writing the memoir. If she feels any bitterness toward her ex-husband, she hides it, revealing anger and frustration only at her own limitations and delays in seeking help. In addition to her own experiences, she shares resources to help others. Her stated mission is to educate, and her depiction of her frustrating quest for a quiet, pleasant life builds incredible sympathy for victims of both domestic violence and brain injury.
An unforgettable memoir about a lesser-known legacy of domestic violence.