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.
Dancing, has the universal hicough burped over the pair of us in some misty way ?
Foxy has such a love of standing up and we are firmly making her greet with all her legs on the ground, so this avenue of expression is halted but when I put music on we are in the process of dancing lessons, she cannot stand for as long as she intimates when jumping up on people but we haave almost cured that, the dancing is appealing to he and she comes to me now with a toy to begin as this is what I gave her so she had something to do with her mouth other than try to nibble my hands.
Thanks for the heads up on the salt thing, will note the ingrediants- our house is fairly food smart, we tried foxy on james wellbeloved but she was very loose on the food and hungry so we are a pedigree house, In the days when I was farming it was all big pots and the dogs got the early death animals and the butchers lights, long gone are these days of healthy out door living I have been exiled to the town and surrounded by townies, a gracious and lovely bunch mind you but way way away from my roots.
Clean food like clean water produces in us two legged's a persona far far more stable and grounded with faculties we all morn instinctively when they are absent.