One 'symptom' (if you can call it that) that I've noticed about my PCS is that it seems to have affected my insight - I tend to want to try to keep doing things even when I'm clearly not up to it.

This started from the initial concussion when I tried to carry on playing soccer even though I could hardly walk, and continues even up to last week when I clearly needed to just go home after a relapse but needed quite a lot of persuading from my manager to accept this fact.

I don't know whether it's a psychological thing about being in denial, or something organic, but it sounds to me like you're having a similar problem. My advice is if possible to make sure that your parents and if necessary your grad school really know the seriousness of your situation because you really need more help and understanding than you are getting.

My parents also don't understand my PCS but luckily I have savings which should last me about another month and a wife who is earning. When I broke my kneecap when I was younger though I couldn't have got by without moving back in with them for a few months. They were very understanding about that because they could see it!

If I was in your situation I would consider trying to move back in with parents to save money and recover and then if necessary starting grad school late. If this isn't possible it might be worth borrowing a little money just to give yourself some recovery time. This is a major crisis and needs extreme solutions - trying to 'manage' at work at this stage will, in my experience, make you worse, not better.

If this isn't possible for some reason then apologies, just trying to think of solutions!

All the best with everything, we feel for you here.

I feel for you! I knocked heads with my brother, and - while the initial hit was painful for both of us - he's still "normal" and I'm not.

I also understand the independence thing. Something to think about from not-at-all-fun personal experience... sometimes it's better to choose to give up some independence than to wait for things to get so bad that you have no choice.

I've lost a lot of "pride" since this happened.

My brother has been very caring and helpful - but it has been difficult for him as well. Almost overnight, he lost the sister he had always known and neither of us knew what had happened. While I often resented him for not helping more - it was difficult for him to know how to help (I had little self-awareness or ability to communicate effectively) or how to handle the emotional monster that I had become.

As I begin to recover, I realize that he went over and above; the only reason he didn't do more was lack of knowing what could be done.

So... hang in there... if you can, allow people to help you... you'll make it!