May 13, 2014 at 8:01 pm #16
Take part in a study to understand the link between traumatic brain injury and employment satisfaction
What is the purpose of the study?
This study is concerned with the employment satisfaction of individuals who have returned to employment after acquiring traumatic brain injury, specifically individuals who have returned to employment via a Return To Work scheme.
What do I have to do?
You will be required to participate in a 15-20 minute interview that contains 10 open-ended questions. The interviews will take place via the telephone. Prior to this, you will need to sign and complete a consent form.
Do I have to take part?
No. Participation in this research is completely voluntary. If you change your mind about taking part in the research you can withdraw at any time during the interview, and at any time in the two weeks following the interview.
What are the benefits of taking part?
Taking part in this research will help enable researchers within the field of Occupational Psychology to understand how employment satisfaction can be improved, and what contributes to successful workplace rehabilitation amongst individuals with acquired traumatic brain injury.
What will happen with the data and results?
The interview will be recorded and transcribed by the researcher for qualitative data analysis and will be presented as part of a postgraduate dissertation in Occupational Psychology.
Can I withdraw?
Yes. Participation completely voluntary and you will have the right to withdraw at any time throughout the interview. After the interview has taken place, you can withdraw from the study by emailing the researcher within two weeks of the interview taking place.
Will my data and responses be kept confidential?
Yes. Please note that all information provided will be kept strictly confidential and you will be made anonymous by assigning a code to your data. It will only be accessed by the researcher and will be analysed confidentially. Upon completion of the study, your data will be destroyed.
Who has reviewed this study?
This study has been approved by Coventry University’s Ethics Committee. However, if you have any concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the research supervisor, Gail Steptoe- Warren.
Please note that you must be over 18 years old to participate in this study.
If you are interested in taking part in the study or would like further information, please contact the researcher directly:
Researcher: Sarah McGarry, Postgraduate Occupational Psychology, Coventry University email@example.com
Supervisor: Gail Steptoe-Warren, Senior Lecturer, Coventry University firstname.lastname@example.orgMay 20, 2014 at 9:23 pm #20
I want to write this story to enable others with hope, and belief that anything can happen.
My brother was just 18 when he was involved in a collision on his motorbike. During the crash he lost his helmet and sustained multiple head injuries as well as many broken bones.
He was found by the ambulance crew with blood coming from every orifice. They soon contacted my parents who met him in the local A&E department at 4am. My parents were told to say goodbye to their youngest son and inevitably so was I and my other siblings.
By the time I was notified my brother was being transferred in a specially equipped ambulance led by police cars. When I arrived to Southampton neurological unit I was in shock and disbelief believing that they had the wrong person in that ambulance and that it couldn’t possibly be my cheeky little brother. I hadn’t seen him yet. He was taken straight into surgery where a drain was fitted into his skull. He had hit his head with such force that he had created severe swelling of his brain. They had to remove the fluid that was building to relieve the pressure. However right now that was not what I was thinking about.
Hours went passed before we heard a thing. As I sat there in this tiny white room nothing is becoming clear, I don’t know what to think or say or do to console any one of my family members, I recall times my brother and I spent together but not the good time only the ones in which I regret. I couldn’t never speak to him again, I couldn’t never see him again, I needed to know that he remembered the good times we had had together as his big sister and baby brother. What if he never remembered them?
It never hit me the severity of his illness. Yes I was told to say goodbye but he was still here, in theatre, I just didn’t realise.
When he left theatre we still couldn’t see him for days it felt. We need to get him stable they said. Stable? What does that mean when you’re in limbo?
Finally the hours passed so slowly but they passed never the less with me and my family in a shattered world of disbelief and sadness. I didn’t sleep, I cried all night long playing those memories that we had shared as if it were yesterday. Regretting them and wishing praying hoping for time to rewind so that I can make this right. What if his last thought or memory of me was a negative one? What if he never knew I really loved him? I would give up anything to make things right. To have him back just the way he was.
The following day my parents were allowed to see him for the first time since they said their goodbyes to him. My poor parents I wish I could take their pain away. I wish I could give them a hug and make it better like try did when I was a child scraping my knee. Nothing I could do could or would change the situation as much as I wished i could. Seeing them come through those doors like they had seen something horrific something devastating. Me, I’m still in denial. He is fine, under anesthetic obviously that’s why he’s asleep. He will be awake soon. Soon wasn’t as soon as I expected or hoped.
When walking in to the closely monitored ward there were people in beds all sleeping with monitors everywhere. It seemed unreal, like a movie. I looked at the faces but none looked like my brother. Where is he?
A nurse pointed me over to him. This was not my brother. His face swollen like a balloon. His skin different Shades of blue and purple his whole body full of cuts and grazes. Where is the little cheeky faced brother I knew?! This was it. This was the moment everything fell onto me. I was scared to touch him but more scared I case he could hear me and thought I was being soft. I grabbed his hand and I told him everything. What I regretted what I hoped he could remember and most importantly that I love him and that I would give up everything if he would open his eyes. I begged and pleaded with god to take anything from me to give my brother his life back. I would happily forfeit any part of me to take away everyone’s pain and know my little brother was happy, see him smiling laughing enjoying life. He didn’t open his eyes.
Every day I would travel 60 miles with my family to see him to hope something was different today. Something was different. There were beds missing. Where those people that were there yesterday? Will my brother be going there too? This thought soon disappeared from my mind. He was in a medically induced coma. He was not going to wake up soon. The pressure inside his head remained to be building and building. It was dangerous the doctors told us. They were running out of options.
He returned to theatre whenever He had to have a pressure bolt fitted inside his skull. This looked like a Turkey thermometer stitched in to his head. At least six inches out of the top of his head. Now I realised the extent of the injury. Now I understand he may not wake up again.
Days passed with no change other than the pressure building. There were no more options left. Until a medical trial was offered, which we snatched the opportunity. He was placed in a deeper induced coma. His temperature regulated to a hypothermic state. He stayed this way for some time although looking back it feels like time must have stood still. I hated having to ask permission to see, talk to and hold my little brothers hand, but was this the last time I would be able to do it? I read him this message:
He lies so still. His quiet breathing is the only sound
Dreams of life held in the hands, the hearts of quiet hope
While memories of years past run as a flood through the mind
Each moment remembered a small jewel of a greater treasure
God’s precious gift entrusted to your care for only a while
Teaching lessons, giving love, wiping away tears, and bringing smiles
Like a movie in slow motion it flashes past your eyes while you watch
A part of yourself, yet growing, becoming so very unique in himself
A thousand tiny things once forgotten overwhelm your senses
As if, in the remembering, the pain can be pushed back, ignored
But when you open your eyes he is still there as if softly asleep
In all of this there is yet wonderment and hope brightly alive
For each breath is life, and time for another prayer to reach God’s ears
Unseen angels surround him, keeping their watch, holding his hand
He is not afraid, for they talk to him in the deep silence of the room
And he knows he is loved, by you, by others, and most of all by God
He sleeps in peace, while there, in that small room, time has stopped
And while time has stopped, prayers reign supreme, and love rules.
Every day was a retch to leave the hospital, leave my brother with strangers every single day. We were told of his chances of waking and if he did the likely hood of severe brain damage many times, however you never can face this reality perhaps denial, perhaps an inner strength, perhaps just a sense, a knowing that he will be ok?
Thankfully my brother woke up. Thankfully after intensive rehabilitation he is now able to walk and talk and live a happy life. My brother is not completely free from the accident, yes he will always have ‘struggles’ with things in life but so do us all. All I can say is I am proud to have believed in my brother and the strength of him and my entire family. I am proud to be able to say Ben is my brother.June 3, 2014 at 6:42 pm #23
Thank you for sharing your story, Louise – beautifully written. I ma sure many people can identify with your experience, very pleased that Ben has made such a good recovery.June 3, 2014 at 6:48 pm #24
Thanks Sarah – this looks really interesting – let us know if there is anything we can publish once the results are available.June 25, 2014 at 8:21 pm #1017
Thanks Chloe and Louise.
I still need more people to share their experiences. Please contact me at email@example.com if you would like to take part.January 20, 2015 at 7:35 am #2485
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