When I was in my early 20s I would have said yes without a doubt.
Now, a TBI turned me into a manipulative being lusting for satisfaction never to be found without dropping personality continuity from when I genuinely was better. I go to weekly therapy, am heavily medicated, and try not to step on anyone’s toes anymore. I have fallen so far there’s not many toes around to step on anymore.
I’ll help the elderly neighbors out with their potlucks, moving furniture, and bringing in groceries. I’ll stand up and defend LGBT rights and groups otherwise disparaged. I’ll befriend those who might be misunderstood like myself and give them company when others might shun them.
All of this serves me though, and being a “good person” was not something that took this much active effort to think about before developing these mental/personality disorders from the head injury.
When I was in my early 20s I would have said yes without a doubt.
Now, a TBI turned me into a manipulative being lusting for satisfaction never to be found without dropping personality continuity from when I genuinely was better. I go to weekly therapy, am heavily medicated, and try not to step on anyone’s toes anymore. I have fallen so far there’s not many toes around to step on anymore.
I’ll help the elderly neighbors out with their potlucks, moving furniture, and bringing in groceries. I’ll stand up and defend LGBT rights and groups otherwise disparaged. I’ll befriend those who might be misunderstood like myself and give them company when others might shun them.
All of this serves me though, and being a “good person” was not something that took this much active effort to think about before developing these mental/personality disorders from the head injury.