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.
Yo oats is it time to be on an even keel yet. I am just about in sight of ok. The Icas complaint is just about done and will get posted after christmas, so thats one thing out the way.
I am still not right after the pregabalin and Have had an epidural a couple of weeks again, I have had a romping headache and am not sure what the cause is but the migraines, blindness, double vision sicky stoomach are all a bit of a mystery but fit the side effects of coming off the mucky tablets.
My partner ha been so wonderful this last couple of weeks and is exhausted herself with her work and all. but Xmas will have us together and I hope to be in better shape by then.
Oh oats do we sound like a couple of rag dolls or what ?
I don't know about you but I am about fed up with this point of view and keep looking for a new attitude to hold so I can see things from a different perspective but the aches do intrude for sure.
My hobby room looks like it will be ready to use in the new year. and I am picking up bits and pieces to make stuff from freecycle.
I have got the makings of some library shelves for the front room from the local saw mill, the bits are slowly coming together and I hope to have the boxes that have been in the corner since we moved in two years ago. Things are looking up, oats small victories, small steps and small smiles with it.
Hope the holiday season is a good afair for you and we can share some good news. Take care my friend and chin up.
Our own goals are different and in the fog of expectation are easy to loose, Small is beautiful takes on a different aspect of triumph and celebration as a goal is a worthy aim but will produce a very different journey to the common expression of achievement.