Jessye Gould
Bio
I'm an aspiring writer. I'm working on a few novels at the moment, and filling my portfolio with other pieces.
I'm married, with two cats (see my "adoption story" pieces).
Stories (15/0)
TBI, Depression, and Memory
After my car accident almost three years ago, the term TBI was tossed around by my doctors for a while. And other terms that were kicked around at appointments were depression and emotional lability. I had no idea at the time what emotional lability really meant, until the first time I exploded over nothing. Emotional lability is defined as exaggerated changes in mood, including strong feelings like uncontrollable laughing or crying, or heightened irritability or temper. I don't have problems with the uncontrollable laughter, and very rarely have uncontrollable crying, although I cry often, and sometimes for long periods of time. What I mostly suffer from is heightened irritability or temper. My temper since the accident has been outrageous. Little things that never used to bother me can send me into a fit of rage, and that eventually turns into crying (I've always been the kind of person who, when angry enough, will cry). It's unfortunate because it means that the part of my brain that controls emotion is damaged. The doctors never really told me whether there was a chance that my brain could rewire neural pathways that could potentially take the place of that part of my brain, but oftentimes with brain damage, the brain learns to cope without that part and rewires other parts of your brain to help out. Or so I've heard.
By Jessye Gould6 years ago in Longevity
Our Journey
My husband and I met when we were in high school. I was 15 (although he's convinced that I was 16) and he was 17. We started out like any other normal couple in high school. Awkward hand holding, clumsy kisses, the whole nine yards. Things got pretty serious, almost too fast, and we were suddenly in a more adult relationship than most 25+ adults are in nowadays. But we weren't nearly old enough to handle such a relationship. Eventually, the pressures of an adult relationship caused us to make some very adult decisions about intimacy.
By Jessye Gould6 years ago in Families
An Adoption Journey
When my husband and I got married, we had talked about getting a kitten, but hadn't really given much thought to actually adopting a cat. We had visited a humane society many times, seen cats and kittens of various ages, but none of them ever felt like the kitty for us. And then I was scrolling through my newsfeed on Facebook one afternoon, and I scrolled past this picture too quickly, almost missing it. When I scrolled back up, I knew that I was in love. His little face was just the saddest thing I had ever seen, so I reached out to the person who had taken him in to foster. It just so happened to be a family member of mine, so I called her and asked all of the usual questions. Male or female? How old? Vet checked? Shots? All the good stuff. Unfortunately, she didn't know much about him, because her husband had found him and one sibling (who unfortunately had to be put down because they were suffering, or we might have had two kitties) and they had only taken them to the vet to make sure they were healthy. After getting off the phone with her, we messaged back and forth on Facebook some more about logistics, as my husband was still at work at that point. I texted my husband and told him that there was something we needed to talk about when he got home (brutal, I know) and waited not so patiently.
By Jessye Gould6 years ago in Petlife