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.
Better days, The lurcher at large if you can get your local store to donate a few packs of sausages, cooked and cut to a mix of small pieces, medium and whole, place on a long string in a orange bag with holes in and see if the old chase instince will work in slow motion. it may take a few days and goes at this to bring the bag close to you with the dog in tow but thaat will bye pass the fear that has set in.
Foxy has grown wrinkles and I think her bad days this week end part from working out the weekend dynamic with my partner, has been due to the preperation foxy's head has been making towards the skull split that is part of the growing thing for staffy crosses.
As for the moon thing for those of us who are sensative to the lunar influences I gt the pull on my behaviour more on the equinoxes and before the moon prior to the sumer solstice and after when the solstice has passed. I am quietest and most settled in the winter months.
A stint in Canada had me understanding the moves of winter in a person and their ways.
There are few who think this idea has merrit but my Family who are ASD all eventually notice a pattern and they have similarities, my gender and hormonal surges were much amplified and the veil behind which my ASD hid to the understanding of many for years.
So I have no doubt the moon may have been in the wrong spot.
My proper Auty day had me silent while I collected myself and the sign language enabled me to see foxy's bility differently and in a less cluttered way, my indifference that had no lessons or training and let her go free for the day ended up quite fruitful too.
So silk purse out of a sows ear of the day has transpired. Less pressure for both foxy and myself, she has jusy had a song and a massage all over gentle and is quite soothed for it.
I am enjoying htis wee chat as it goes on, let me know how the lurcher gets on and if the sausages do the trick, I use them as a training reward, with grat sucess. The lurcher will not go hungry at the very least.
I will check out the lady on the web.
A dogs day turned pooches mooch to a learning curve