There's dirty work to be done in TBI survival. How I love to spend an evening cuffed and shackled, catching whiffs of old urine in the back of a cop car. "So, how much you had to 'drank' tonight pal." (He and I have a decidely different definition of pal, I mutter to myself.) "You couldn't take two steps in row when I told you to walk that line." (And I bet you think petit mal is some kind of fluffy French candy.)
Ignorance is a matter od circumstance. Stupidity is a choice. From whereI stand, law enforcement is one of the last blocks of our society to wake up to th epidemic of brain injury. First response treatment for seizure activity is not to whack it with some spit polished stick. I have attended seminars for law enforcement folks to learn about mental illness (Axis I disorders; how they manifest; how to deal with them). I applaud their interest and effort. .... But it's sad when we have to compare TBI to Rodney Dangerfiled ... "Wd don't get no respect."