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.
Oh oaty ive had a whopper of a week/night, AGAIN !, I am here, over here i have come in to land over here me me me me meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
I am not sure which part of the fourth road bridge i was hanging from last night but all the sweats has got most of that rotten gunk out of me and 50 mg maintainance to stave off the worst has done the trick, "I can see clearly now the rain has gone" unless this euphoria is the massive counterbalance and i have a way to go before i even out. but it is as if i have been away and just got back.
What part of not suitable for people with behavioural problems do you think they did not mean when it comes to Autism do you think. This medication should have a big do not use warning on it, oh yes it does der!
Oaty i am so glad you have been there to do the highs and lows with i rely can talk to you. I have wondered if we will ever meet one day and then i realise that for now this all works because we dont meet and we are the voice in the computer. till that day dawns, i am for ever your friend in the computer. Which is where we found each other, iam so pleased the school thing is plodding in a manner to inspire hope and I look forward to the next chat, but it will not be fueled by that outragous muck and i will be in love again with my lady who has missed me.
Please take care of yourself Oats and i will see you on the morrow.
The pit of despair is lit well in the morning light and even if rain soaked, breathes new life on the night of our souls greatest torment.