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.
yep the universe has deff-tly done it, from water pistols to baths, a couple of people commented that foxy smelled very doggy well I'm not bothered like she is ment to smell like the flower market, but the river had left it fairly real and two comments had me thinking that she had not had a clean start since we first got her so I got naked and we got in the bath, I was not going to wet clothes for the sake of her blushes not after she has seen me in the pink every day.
I had to hold her like a valued item to reassure her and got the flannel out that she has been pinching for the last few weeks on and of, she did very well to stay in my arms even with the bob martin shampoo. she began to gripe towards the end but I now have a refreshed fluffy dog. I gave her the DUCK which is a toy thaat only comes out for special occasions, she was VERY pleased and I have to say whils I am reluctant to bath her with any regularity, this was a task I had in mind when we first got her partly because we did not know what former care she had recieved or where she had been.
The vet said they need a bath once a year so I guess thats it till next year. She falls asleep between my egs when I do my internet stint.
calm is a great friend and a state worth persuit.