Goodnight, and Good Luck

Exactly what it says...

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  • I saw my GP.  She's lovely.  She gave me a 2-week certificate, though I won't actually need it until next week.  I'm planning to go back next week, anyway.  I don't want to be off for longer than I need, and I think this extra bit of time will help.  I rang my manager and explained, and she was fine - said she looked forward to seeing me next week, but to just let her know Sunday if I'm not ready.  She also said if I need any further adjustments, to let her know.  I told her I know what it is.  It's the backwash from mum's passing.  After she died, I knuckled down and just dealt with all the affairs, then took a couple of months to myself before going back to work.  During those months, though, I was writing my book about those final months we spent together.  It helped me - but I wasn't really grieving.  I think that's what's happening now.  Grief affects us all so differently, and it's finally caught up.  I've been able to look at photographs without any problems up to now - but now I'm finding it hard.  I looked at a photo yesterday of the first day I got Daisy.  She was so nervous, she spent a while hiding behind the settee.  Finally, she peeped out.  Then, over the next half-hour, she sniffed around.  She sniffed me and realised I wasn't going to hurt her.  In no time, she was up on the settee cleaning herself.  She came with me to mum's and gave her a lot of comfort.  And now, she's my sole companion.  I think if anything happened to her, it really would kill me.  Cats have incredible intuition.  She knows I'm low, and she cuddles up to me close each night when I go to bed.

    I had the most terrible nightmare last night which underlined it all for me (and I'm sleeping huge amounts - dead sleep, without any alcohol involved).  I dreamed I'd come back to my flat one night, but the lights wouldn't work.  I managed to put my lamp on - but then it got switched off again.  I sensed some malevolent presence there in the darkness.  I checked the fuse boxes and just gave them a tap, and the lights all came on.  The place was in a state.  Wallpaper had been ripped down, furniture had been overturned - and there were tiny pellets of grey clay stuck over everything.  Finally, in panic, I ran downstairs to my neighbour to tell him.  He seemed to know.  He said he'd seen a face at my window some days when I'd been out.  He came up with me... and the place was in an even worse state.  Completely wrecked.  Then I went into the kitchen and saw this figure.  It was like a child, but made entirely of this grey clay, like a Morph figure.  It was trying to climb out of the window.  I screamed to my neighbour that I could see it, and I threw things at it.  I woke up then, screaming 'There it is!'  Throughout this nightmare, the one thought in my head was 'At least I can go to mum's.   She'll look after me.'

    That was it.  Those two things.  Loss of the one person I could always go to - and fear of losing what I have left. 

    The subconscious is a remarkable reservoir of truth.  It tells you what you need to know.

    Like I said, I'm sleeping lots.  Apart from that one big nightmare, too, my other dreams are extremely vivid.


  • After she died, I knuckled down and just dealt with all the affairs, then took a couple of months to myself before going back to work.  During those months, though, I was writing my book about those final months we spent together.  It helped me - but I wasn't really grieving.

    What you describe in this quotation was really grieving ~ stage one grieving where the emotional network blows a fuse bank or two and basically for the most part goes off line, and emotional numbness results.

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    The knuckling down business with the arrangements helps to deal with the overload in a sense of letting off the emotional steam, until as you are finding now at stage two with the grief process; the emotional network is coming back on line to the extent that it is.

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    Most people as such normally go through four stages of really difficult grieving, with the first two being the most 'wham-factor-ten' difficult, where as at stage three most people know roughly what they are dealing with ~ "Hello darkness my old friend . . " sort of thing.

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    In respect of your dream:


    I dreamed I'd come back to my flat one night, but the lights wouldn't work.  I managed to put my lamp on - but then it got switched off again.  I sensed some malevolent presence there in the darkness.  I checked the fuse boxes and just gave them a tap, and the lights all came on.

    As stated above the emotional network had blown a fuse, and the malevolent presence is in essence the guardian of that thresh-hold of emotional pain ~ that allows you to reboot your emotional defences to buffer excess processing whilst processing what you can at this most difficult stage of things.


    The place was in a state.  Wallpaper had been ripped down, furniture had been overturned - and there were tiny pellets of grey clay stuck over everything. 

    In sense you have returned to where obviously your inner incredible hulk has had a furious meltdown and wrecked the joint, and as also symbolised the proverbial robbery and your absence as housekeeper ~ due to the emotional network having gotten overloaded and shut down, denying you access and protecting you.

    Your inner flat in the sense of the grey clay involves firstly as follows:


    Finally, in panic, I ran downstairs to my neighbour to tell him.  He seemed to know.  He said he'd seen a face at my window some days when I'd been out.

    Your neighbour in your dream would of course know because he is an aspect of your psychology, a more grounded one on account of being represented by your 'downstairs' neighbour.


    He came up with me... and the place was in an even worse state.  Completely wrecked. 

    As you involved your neighbour your psychology reintegrated more and allowed more of the emotional damage to be processed ~ with flat version one being in a sense the precursory glance, and flat version two being the more deeper aftermath inspection. Your neighbour here being another thresh-hold guardian representation of and for you.


    Then I went into the kitchen and saw this figure.  It was like a child, but made entirely of this grey clay, like a Morph figure.  It was trying to climb out of the window.

    The child of clay represents the 'Home-Alone' child, as has become feral in your psychological absence, due to you being unable until now to access your flat as being a locked room in your mind-body relationship. The fact that your representational grey clay child was attempting to climb out of the window, involves the aspect of you wishing as you did to escape from your mind-body relationship, regarding the 'Goodnight, good luck' session of course. 

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    >[Prepare yourself here, regarding AA and alcoholism . . . admitting that you are wrong to have used alcohol as a coping mechanism ~ is astoundingly wrong.

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    Alcohol is certainly not the best way of dealing with things when it is used in excess. But for the love of life, and all that is held dear (such as you) Tom ~ you have had a major major shock and have been heavily traumatised by your mothers passing, which is in no way whatsoever your fault, and I repeat in no way whatsoever in any way can this possibly be your fault.

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    You Are A Complete Son to Mother Legend Tom ~ without any shadow of doubt, and you are equally as much a legend here also.

    You have been a foundation of granite and a rock to lean on and to learn from ~ for so very many people on so very many occasions. A personal thankyou is here deeply meant and truly sent to you.]<

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    The grey clay child represents on one level the alcohol damage to your body, and resist here the urge if you are thinking as much to go all out and stop drinking, as firstly it would be a change to your living routine, and secondly you have Asperger's Syndrome. Progressive reduction of alcohol intake is required, or in other words controlled and increased moderation, along with learning to eat before, during and or after drinking. The fact that your grey clay child is as such represents a lack of tissue salts, vitamins, minerals and gut flora ~ dehydration with the lack of tissues salts will definitely be an issue. You may perhaps find this mineral clay information particularly pertinent:


    https://www.enviromedica.com/eating-clay


    and a supplier:


    https://www.amazon.com/Pure-Clay-Bentonite-Montmorillonite-Laboratory/dp/B00HNYES2C


    Dream representations can be exceedingly literal sometimes, so if so here, you at least have a means to finding a resolution for this issue. Should you feel that this is the right course of action for you, start on small doses to gently get the detoxing process going, and take it very gently and very slowly. Otherwise you may well find that fifteen feet from the toilet will be your limit ;-)

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    Regarding tissue salt depletion, Salt Spa Waters are definite a plus, especially if you have a spa town of that sort near you, and some water containers or bottles:



    If you do not have a Salt Spa near you, pop instead to your local health food shop perhaps, and see about getting some Himalayan Pink Mountain Salt. One of the factors in alcoholism is the lack of salt and the alcohol becomes the accepted replacement for the lack, whilst as such increasing it, catch twenty two session.
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    In terms of Gut flora ~ due to the high levels of stress our autistic body-mind relationship is experiencing, as involves the stress hormone Cortisol [Because most bodily cells have cortisol receptors, it affects many different functions in the body. Cortisol can help control blood sugar levels, regulate metabolism, help reduce inflammation, and assist with memory formulation. It has a controlling effect on salt and water balance and helps control blood pressure.] which is rather genocidal for gut-flora colonies, you can get capsules from your local chemist to repopulate, such as:


    With the Advanced multi-strain formula of 14 strains being perhaps the most relevant.
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    Alot of research has been done and is going on in this area regarding Autism, and for some it is an essential treatment taken regularly on a day to day basis to mellow out or significantly reduce Autistic symptoms:


    Then I went into the kitchen and saw this figure.  It was like a child, but made entirely of this grey clay, like a Morph figure.  It was trying to climb out of the window.  I screamed to my neighbour that I could see it, and I threw things at it.  I woke up then, screaming 'There it is!'

    The grey clay child appears to represent in terms of Transactional Analysis an aspect of your Child Ego-states referred to as the Wounded Child, with your downstairs neighbour representing the Moderating Adult Ego-states, and you in this instance as being the Critical Parent Ego-states. This seems to suggest as is not at all unusual in grief scenarios, that you are being too much your own critic, and that you have been blaming yourself for not having done enough.
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    Again, drinking has been for you a coping mechanism, and it has got you this far and been as such an assistance. You have got to stage two of the grieving process, and you appear to be doing rather well indeed in terms of the rich dream imagery content as described, and getting support here and from your GP also.
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    You are handling this situation incredibly well, given also your work as an Autistic Support Worker and all the pressure you have been dealing with in terms supporting others ~ what with the exasperating work conditions. I very much agree with your frustrations there, very much, very much indeed.
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    You describe your approach to autistic care for others in terms of what it is required.
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    This is one of the reasons I stated above about you having been and continuing to be a foundation of granite and a rock to lean on and to learn from ~as  I have often mentioned your posts on being an Autistic Care Worker to others who are also carer's themselves. I am certain and without doubt that I do so for very good reason. Yay Tom! :-)

    Throughout this nightmare, the one thought in my head was 'At least I can go to mum's.   She'll look after me.'

    Now this bit is purely a suggestion that some find useful, so just in case you do ~ consider that just as you have gained access to a part of your mind-body relationship regarding your flat, you can also gain access to where your mother remains as memories ~ such as her house. You stated you felt her presence after she passed, so it might well be worth dwelling upon times when she did the motherly thing before you go to sleep. This primes the dreamscape for access. Sometimes the access just happens, sometimes it needs to be developed, and for some it does not apply for them.  
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    Just as a final thing, you need like everyone of us to be in at very least in some wall way supported, so again hesitate not in asking for attention ~ although you might just find you will get compassion and affirmation more instead. Try not to feel too embarrassed and definitely not ashamed about needing some help with this difficult time, as it is only natural that you do, and only natural for us to want to support you.
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    All the very best Tom.
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    DT
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  • Thank you, DT, for your thought and time with this.  This is a lot to take in, but reading through it I can see that you have described literally and scientifically exactly what my own thoughts are about this whole situation. I need to take time to read through it again - and I will, several times, because it is so informative and pertinent.  My head needs to be ready to take it all in.  Your dream analysis is very astute.  I had actually been thinking of doing some research (I read Freud's Interpretation of Dreams years ago), and you've saved me some work!

    So much of what you suggest is actually what I have been trying to do since this episode on Sunday.  Another Aspie friend said to me that she wouldn't advise 'cold turkey', and I need to gradually bring myself back to sobriety.  My only worry, as I explained to her, is that it is so unpredictable with me.  There are times when I can drink at a level that, whilst excessive, is nonetheless 'controllable' to some extent.  So, I'll drink a bottle of wine, or half a bottle of spirits, and maybe stop there... or maybe just get a little bit more.  But then there are times - Sunday was one such occasion, but it doesn't have to be triggered by any particularly abnormal emotional stress - when I just keep going and keep going, until I black out.  There are even times when I will drink perfectly normally for days on end.  I agree with you about AA.  I don't think it is all very helpful for autistic people.  But I do accept what they say - that all the while I'm still drinking, I can still be at risk of going further.  I know they like to press home the thing of 'It's impossible to go back to drinking in moderation' - and they're right in that, in my opinion.  The whole fact that I went through my life until my late 30s without alcohol ever being a problem is irrelevant.  It is a problem for me now, and it always will be.

    Having said all of that... since Sunday, I have been drinking one single can of strong beer every day, just before lunch - and then having lunch, followed by a sleep.  And when I awake, any urge to get any more drink has gone.  It usually returns in the evenings, when I like to sit and watch a film.  That's when I miss it.  What I've been doing instead, though, in the evenings is watching some of the hundreds of YouTube videos about alcohol, and alcoholics.  Listening to some of their stories.  I watch these all evening, and then I go to bed.  And sleep well, and heavily, and always - as again last night - with very vivid dreams (last night, I was Amy Winehouse's PA, and was preparing a meal for her at her flat - but all the cutlery and crockery was broken and the table collapsed... a lot that can be read into that one!)  Nutrition-wise, I've always had a good and sensible approach to food.  It only really collapses when I'm drunk, when I inevitably end up eating junk (which actually makes me feel as guilty as the drink does).  I was a wholefood vegan for almost 30 years, and have good nutritional understanding.  I now eat fish and some dairy.  But overall, I eat healthily and a good mix of proteins, fibre, carbohydrates, etc.  I tend to prefer fresh food to processed food, and consume as little sugar as possible (alcohol notwithstanding).  I eat very little fried food or saturated fats.  I think the legacy of this (at age 60, almost) is that I am still remarkably fit.  I have never had a serious physical illness.  My skin tone is good.  My energy levels are high.  I can cycle 10 miles to work in 35 minutes, do a day's work, then cycle home in the same time.  As little as 5 years ago, I could still run 5k in 20 minutes (I don't run now because of the damage it can cause, especially to lower back).  I regularly swim.  When I tell people my age, they are often astonished - thinking I'm at least 10 years younger.  My BMI is spot on, and I want to keep it that way.  So, I know I'm doing the right things.  Alcohol, of course, is the one thing that undermines (or threatens to) all of that.  It's the one big cloud hanging over me.  And at the same time... it's been the only thing in the last 8 or 9 years that I've turned to for relief from how I'm feeling.  In that time, too, it's been the source of some of the worst misfortunes I've endured in my life.  It lost me the love of a dear woman. It lost me a home.  It landed me in a police cell once.  It got me Sectioned.  It turned me into an angry, abusive, raging street spectacle to the disgust of all of my close neighbours (this was when my last partner was here; she was seriously bad for me, but even so).  It led me to abuse family members, whom I've essentially lost.  It led me to get a police Caution on my DBS, for criminal damage (there were extenuating circumstances, which is why it was only a Caution, but still...).  It has cost me the respect of several people, which in turn has cost me self-respect.  It has been the fuel behind every single one of my suicide attempts.  Everything bad that has happened to me in that time has been because of alcohol.  I hate the person it can turn me into - the abusive, angry, nasty, spiteful, arrogant monster who is, of course, actually me: the Dionysian part of my psyche that alcohol releases. The person who starts threads like this (which I still can't remember starting, as I was in blackout by then).  It gives me the excuse to whinge and whine about my terrible life, and the blows I've been dealt, and the reasons I haven't achieved what I wanted to achieve.  It turns me into a pot of self-pity.  It is my medicine of choice, and my destroyer at the same time.

    Ultimately, alcohol has to go.  I know this.  I want to stop it altogether.  But I will try the progressive reduction and see if it works.  The Aspie friend I spoke about has used cannabis for years, which she finds the most helpful thing for anxiety and general coping.  Not excessively, and not the worst type of paranoia-inducing skunk you find everywhere now.  No drug is a good drug, of course.  But alcohol is certainly the worst of them - the legal ones, that is.  Something is better than nothing.

    I've rambled on.  This stuff was in my head and it found its way out onto this comment.  Thank you again.  I will take on board what you have said, I promise.  I can feel the clouds already beginning to thin out as I look ahead.  One day at a time, as they say.

    I'll keep coming back, as they also say!

  • Wow!  I now feel overwhelmed.  I need to read this again several times when my mind is more able to focus on it.  There is so much in here.

    Yesterday, I decided to just get 4 cans of 5% lager.  It ended up as 10 cans of 5% lager.  That's how it goes.  I went to bed and passed out.  I woke feeling not too bad.  I've been a little edgy today, but that's mainly the thought of returning to work next week.  I'm not especially worried over it, and am actually looking forward to getting back into a routine with people other than myself - for a change!

    There is so much that I want to say.  But thank you again, Deepthought.  I'm going to start another thread about something that's been discussed on here in the past.  I was going to mention it here, but maybe it could stimulate debate in a wider way.

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  • Wow!  I now feel overwhelmed.  I need to read this again several times when my mind is more able to focus on it.  There is so much in here.

    Yesterday, I decided to just get 4 cans of 5% lager.  It ended up as 10 cans of 5% lager.  That's how it goes.  I went to bed and passed out.  I woke feeling not too bad.  I've been a little edgy today, but that's mainly the thought of returning to work next week.  I'm not especially worried over it, and am actually looking forward to getting back into a routine with people other than myself - for a change!

    There is so much that I want to say.  But thank you again, Deepthought.  I'm going to start another thread about something that's been discussed on here in the past.  I was going to mention it here, but maybe it could stimulate debate in a wider way.

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