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.
AH Wolfie we have had some fun!
Powis Castle...kids had a ball..grown ups were a bit grouchy..but not a bad start.
Another day we went to the Centre for Alternative Technology in Wales...FAB day out, we all enjoyed it and it was very educational. I would recommend i to anyone whatever age. Really nice relaxing place with lots of scientific buttons and levers to pull for itchy little boy fingers. The scientists (my partner and O) and the hippies (me and S) in the family were all satisfied. There was painting, ice cream, a 'mole hole' with lots of sensory things down a dark tunnel (boys loved that..I was a bit freaked out), gardens, woods, recycling etc etc..really good.
Then on Wednesday I took the boys to a circus workshop ..what a laugh! I was spinning plates (it is my forte after all being a mother of Twins). O hit it off with the circus dude and they had a real rapport. O even ran up and hugged him goodbye at the end and said I love Alex Mum. I was a bit choked. S met one of his friends there and enjoyed some time playing on the bikes etc. SO a good time was had there too..I even managed to do some shopping afterwards without any incident! O was blissed out and so helpful all the way round.
Poor old S has now come out all over in chicken pox..why my two can't both be ill with it on the same week I will never know..so O's pox are fading as his brothers are erupting. It's like a pox relay.
Tomorrow we are meeting a potential babysitter so wish me luck. She's an experienced woman and sounded lovely on the phone..I hope we all get along and can work something out.
Ah well bed awaits my tired bones..hope you are having a nice time too with Foxy?
Take care
Oaties