I Write

I am not using facilitated communication. I think all this stuff up myself. There isn't a second person here. I type all of this myself. I use one finger and I must look at the keyboard. I am including a video of facilitated communication. This uses mostly people with autism, but head injury is mentioned at the end. Interestingly, it mentions that the keyboard must be looked at if only one finger is used. I never used facilitated communication. I rehabbed my left arm enough for one finger to press a key on a keyboard. It took many months and many marbles. (OTs, I used marbles as transferring objects in containers.)

I have already written a lot. I maintain two active blogs. You are reading this in the larger blog. Writing as much as I do is considered a compulsive behavior. Compulsiveness is not illegal. The behavior can be.

This person is compulsive about his art. Watch the first 3 minutes. He had a stroke.

(There may be similarities. I'm literary art, though. It would be hard to make those comparisons. I can see similarities with the brain injury, though.)

Strangely enough, the following video brings together visual art, literary art, and brain injury. 

The Drive



I question myself...Did I get these special abilities after a brain injury...or did I always have them? I've just had to rely on them now. They have been there. I just didn't use them.

I've always been smart; super-smart. Pull-out in school started in the 4th grade. In junior high I remember using the local college library for my research papers. I left high school at 16 (tested out). Started college a month later at 17. Schooling was always easy for me.
 

Holding focus was not as easy. Even my AA and BA are in two different majors. I think it was my senior year in college that I changed my major from business to psychology. My MA is a third major, Special Education. I could hold my attention...just not keep focus.

There's another trait I've always had...music. I played piano quite a bit. There was also guitar. I also did a year of trumpet. All came fairly easy. Now that I am unable to play an instrument due to disability, music theory continues.

Writing was something I knew how to do, but I only did it when I needed to. Now I need to write. It's my means of communication. I'd dare say, this man communicates emotion through painting. Although he has words, feelings are not expressed that way.
 

At 2:59, if you sit for hours working on the same thing, it's going to happen.

Focus and drive are more intense now after the brain injury. Intelligence has been there. I've focused on myself, so I've applied the intelligence to myself.

I see my knowledge as a free commodity, and have therefor shared it, https://plus.google.com/114061315171466252323/posts/iMnFUwnweU6 It doesn't matter where the knowledge comes from. Sure you can cite the source, but we don't cite our parents (or caretaker) for knowing our ABC's.