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.
My dear friend Oaty, I hope I can call you friend it seems comfortable. I admire the instincts of women and thik that the neurotic thing is a hand me down from the social little woman syndrome that was freely handed out till the spice girls came along.
As for the mind gym you own you are no different and sound just like me, my mum, my sister and , and , ....................... so the whole deal is less about neurotic which is an old fashioned word for non compliant woman or different woman or thinking woman, I got away with out the neurotic label as there was an obsession with supressing the obvious *** in me ansd butch was no lady *** you know but my fine mind could do battle with the social expectation very well to the annoyance and later impotence of the general expectations of the day. so you can ditch the doubts and the soacial label if you like and go with oppressed.
As for the neuro damage unless the brain is fading is fast fashion I think you sound, sound and in my experience all the wacky ideas that my parents had and did not act on I am able to say was a pity they were ahead of themselves. I would have benifited a great deal, even with my mother propensity to be %$&***>"! or whatever would fit, she was smart and knew how to tap in to our minds well.
S will do well socially I have no doubt and adjust and O will set a good example which is a fair exchange on eigther part. I am encouraging you here to look past the missgivings that have been handed to you and to move into a frame of mind that is based on what is possible, it is easy to be frozen by the no mans land of if's and what's. In my experience a mothers instinct is the best compass in the world and the best thing a person can learn about, it is the funnel of narrow direction that all the minds of the yong hate, that is the dicotomy of the school system.
If you look there are a thousand worlds all full and waiting with the people who have taken the first steps to the things they believe to be true and different, when they met the people out there in what they thought was a void.
Take care if you were round the corner I would offer to do lessons each week, I have never lost the thirst for learning that I was born with, but I hated school in the end, for it's limmited outlook and small view of possibilities, doing the minimum was not me.
Take care Oaty and remember you are just like loads of us.
To be sure, certain, confident. you need to rely with ease, fearlessness and belief in your own judgements actions and assesment of the things in life. then you can cinfide in yourself.