Acceptance for me was when I stopped trying to prove myself as a responsible person!
I always told people ,I used to work in air traffic.... Like I had to quantify myself.
It was when I didn't talk about being brain injured and was getting on with living.
It was when I had let go of the idea that I could go back to the way I used to be.
I accept that my memory is scetchey and I don't have control over what sticks and what doesn't, I have fatigue and I need to remember to have down time to stop it from hitting like a brick wall. I struggle to understand new learning.
I get lost in new places and I don't cope with sensory overload.
Knowing this and acknowledging this means that I'm not caught up in trying to be what I was, constantly pushing to do the impossible and refusing to hear the word no.
Once I was engaged in doing something productive on a daily basis and not desperately trying to make my brain and body doing the impossible, I progressed much quicker and gained more peace!
I don't know exactly when it happened, sometime around 5-7 years post injury. A long time!