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.
Hi yes sounds like I did the right thing then. I withdrew all treats and privileges for the rest of the day and on arriving back home I gave him a time out.
When the local kids called round I told him and them he wasn't coming out all day and they were not to come knocking again as he needed a quiet afternoon (I needed one myself too). I packed S off out to play with his mates and O spent the rest of the day quietly playing his game, reading and doing educational stuff with me.
He's been great today and we managed a family day out at a castle and long walks..the sun shone and he seemed genuinely happy all day. Result.
These types of incident are making me more determined to get to the route cause and keep going. He's not a nasty boy at all so it's particularly shocking when he blows a gasket so utterly and completely...and he's always better after doing this..but it's unacceptable on the violence level..so I am always think of how I can improve this..I am learning and once I know there is a definite trigger I can try to find a way round it.
He asked me today why I hadn't got his Ice pops from the shop..so I explained that his behaviour played a big part in me forgetting them..he looked crestfallen but then smiled and said..'i think I'd better wait outside next time Mum'..we had a bit of a chuckle over that.
Hope you had a good day too.
The Oatie One