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.
Migraines are big pants..that is the pits. Think the biggest most uncomfortable pants with itchy elastic..that's migraines.. I have them daily for the last 5 years..there's no hope for me but to try and lessen the severity of the symptoms..So my sympathies.
Despite your stresses with MiL etc you sound as though you are coping admirably so hats off to you.
I have a day off from mothering today and am catching up on all the little jobs I have left...the boys are back to school on the 7th and I am really going to miss them...I keep toying with home schooling but my family shake their heads in horror at me.
I think if my health was better I would have pulled the boys out of school 6 months ago.. but if I am brutally honest with myself I don't think I am up to the demands of dealing with the education authority and their regulations...the boys and me I think would manage but the legislation..ergghh. Mind you if the education side doesn't start to get a grip on O soon I may just give them the digit anyway.
Yes a round house in a field I honestly think I would be good at that too...maybe we should pool our resources ...sometimes I would just like to pull up a drawbridge and shut the world away from my family.
My partner sees the shrink on Friday and we both are talking to a guy with AS on Thursday who helps NT and AS couples work out coping stratgies..should be interesting...wish us luck. SOme days I am not exactly sure just how NT I am anyway I deffo have certain traits myself...but I am very good at reading people so it's a complex one. I deffo think in pictures and am rather OCD and find new situations anxiety forming.
Take care
Oatie