By JOSEPH WHITE
AP Sports Writer
NOKESVILLE, Va. - Austin Trenum's bed remains half-made, the way a typical teenager would leave it. On a shelf is his scarred black helmet, the one he was wearing when he tackled the quarterback near the sidelines during Brentsville High's game against Handley some 11 months ago. Austin's mouthpiece remains tucked neatly in the face mask, ready to be taken out for the next play.
For Austin, there was no next play.
Downstairs in the Trenum home, in the living room to the left of the television, is a memorial in photographs to the 17-year-old college-bound senior who wore No. 43 in football, No. 14 in lacrosse, all sorts of crazy hats when he felt like it, a "fro-hawk" of curly hair, and a pair of women's sunglasses on a lark one day while riding back from the beach.
Austin's final play left him with a concussion. Two days later, with the rest of the family downstairs in the house, he went up to his room and hanged himself.
To the grieving parents, there is no doubt that one caused the other. Shortly after his death, Gil and Michelle Trenum made the difficult decision to donate Austin's brain for research. Seated around their dining table, they told their son's story, hoping his death can leave a legacy for others of lessons learned _ that concussions still aren't taken as seriously as they should be; that athletes, parents, coaches, trainers and even emergency room workers are often ill-informed as to how to treat them; that more of a culture change is needed in a sport in which blows to the head are considered badges of honor.
"I grew up in a football culture," Michelle Trenum said. "I'm from Texas, and my father went to college on a football scholarship, and we have three boys that were all playing football. We referred to 'getting your bell rung,' 'getting the snot knocked out of you,' those types of things. I never realized they were traumatic brain injuries. I thought as long as you were getting up, you were OK."
"If our son did not have a concussion, he would be here right now," she added, fighting back tears. "Actually, he wouldn't be here, he would be in a dorm room."
Concussion awareness in sports is on the rise. The NFL has done an about-face in recent seasons, instituting return-to-play rules and other strict guidelines after years of being accused of not taking the issue seriously. Hearings have been held on Capitol Hill. Only four months before Austin's death, the football world was stunned by the suicide of University of Pennsylvania co-captain Owen Thomas, who was found to have a brain disease that could have been caused by repeated head blows to the head.
But the full trove of medical knowledge has yet to filter down to the high school level, and it wasn't there on the night Austin was injured. His parents took their groggy son to the emergency room _ Friday night is already one of the worst times to go to the hospital _ and were told to watch for bleeding symptoms and to make sure their son had 24 hours of restful activity.
So he watched game film the next day. He went fishing with a friend in the afternoon. He went to a concert with his girlfriend that evening. He texted. He played video games. On Sunday, he was doing homework. He planned to go to his girlfriend's house later to watch the Redskins game. All of which seemed suitably restful.
But he also missed a routine turn while driving a car near the home. He couldn't remember something obvious while talking to his friend while fishing. He woke up early Sunday and went downstairs to play video games, something totally out of character for him. He had also mentioned that he had been getting a "football headache" after every game, something he hadn't told his parents before. They did know that Austin, who played linebacker and fullback, had at least one concussion the previous season, and probably two others that fit symptoms he had described.
For seemingly no reason at all, Austin went upstairs Sunday afternoon and never returned. Afterward, it wasn't hard to connect the dots. He had no history of depression. Nor does his family. He was well liked at school. He was in the top 6 percent of his class and a shoo-in for James Madison University. He was making plans. All the soul-searching for answers led to only one.