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.
Sorry I am just catching up..blimey you sound so like it did when I was on those meds! I was all over the place..you poor thing you won't know which way is up until it all settles.
I did feel relieved when I got to the 2nd post that you sounded so much better.
Been a week for it as like you my depression has returned this week. I am managing but the exhaustion and constant physical pain in my head and stomach are really becoming a complete drag now. I have had many tears this week whilst the boys have been at school.
Despite this I have 'done' parents evening and a quiz night..I just don't want to be with anyone at the moment and feel uncomfortable about every conversation I have...I am sure you'll understand.
So it looks like we are both just trying to plod on until things settle more. I think meds aside we have both had a lot on our plates recently and eventually these things take their toll.
I am glad you feel you can talk to me at these times, and yes the online thing works because it is so less threatening for us both..'real people' scare the heck out of me at present.
Speak soon and take care..please be careful at t his vulnerable time and soon you will feel better.
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