Published on 12, July, 2020
Well my post diagnosis was messy and the mute shut down and rejection of alll medical assistance was the out working of a failier of response that is typical of the mental health provisions in surrey. the few people I saw were ok and the psychiatrist did get me a step along but i was wel annoyed that his paper work was nessacary to qualify what i had been bleeting on about for years anf even now the system has let me drift off because i was traumatise dby the 40 questions it takes to get an assesment to go on the 18 month waiting list for therapy. PLEASE
So how was i exumed from my silence and driven from my pyjamas and the doldrums of indifferent failier and the contemplations of my own execution that I willing ly considered and rejected to continue what I saw as fsithful but self detructive choice to live.
Well She is called Foxy anad she is the dumped dog who escaped the battersey death nell, to become my little world of sucess on a different world view of things.
You can see her baby picture here
http://www.alldogsmatter.co.uk/?dogs-rehomed,7
I am up at 4 to keep the floor dry and when she eats I remember to, her walks and my medication go together and all in all we are a good team, I have to be the boss and eat first and have learned to shout or bark when I am not happy with realy bad behaviour, I am the one who is at the training classes she is well smart and had to go up a class.
The staff at the school responded in fine style to my iam autistic card and a few of them have first hand experience and experts in the friend and family line who would consult to help my challenges, which was overwhelming on the first day.
http://adolescentdogs.com/ have been exelent in their understanding and have been keen to help me keep a sfe and happy doe mostly I needed reassuring that i wass not breaking her in some way.
So I was lead out of the rock under which I crawled realy by a small bright inteligent Little Red Dog, called Foxy.
WB
When ther are no languages to bridge the devide it is the best of us as animals that we have in common, it is sad that we despise this beauty in ourselves as base and of no value or function, for I think it is the very antidote to all that ails us as a result of the toxicity of the life we call modern.
Scratching the itch, I do love the place I call the peddle spot, that make the dog peddle in mid air when you scratch it just right.
The teeth are falling out wiht gusto and we have carried on embedding the lessons so far.
She is ready for some new things, es boredom sets in from time to time wiht the sedate life i lead, but one trip on the bus and we are all cool again, time for a trip today.
The finner details of her development are the details I have in life anyway and the chance to do things at a level of patient application for its own sake in it's own time is about as affirming as it gets.
The survival thing is part of my life investment and I have a full kit in store in my cupboard, I have books on free food and am investing in skills that can insure my survival regardles of the interests of others.
A recent basket making course was a real affirmation and a great gift from my sister who has the ability to empathise and understand.
Flint knapping is on the cards and I always have a flight plan that I check in wiht and keep updated.
Take care and I can reccommend the Ray Mears books they have lots of usefull pictures. I did rock climbing and an abseil for charity to keep my mind in a fit place.
The hardest issue is pace and finding the pace to do the survival skills is the real challenge as everything is so much of a rush and the materials demand a pace of their own.
PS Foxy has got baggy trowsers at the moment so I think her legs or body are going to grow and fill the extra skin.
Animals we are and animals we will always be this is not a base form but our true nature, whilst the lion may down its prey to eat we have the ability to select ours and measure out choices but we are also driven by hunger, amongst other things.