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.
Foxy is doing great, she has settled in after her house arrest durring her season. And was patient when I waas a bit immobile. her chracter is deeloping well ans she is a delight . Talking with a musical variety of whimps, whines and squeeks is well established now. I have tried to listen to my own talking to see which words she is imitating and I think we will have a fair understanding before too long.
Walking now requires wellies, I have non so that is a santa mission coming up I think. I get my social work fund sorted next year allegedly, that will mean two hours a week with an NAS support worker. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what to do I have no idea what two hours feels like but if I am having a good time it wil go fast.
I hope you can anchor some firm traditions in to your xmas so they are settled a bit more, I hear outter mongolia is a quiet venue durring the season if you need ideas for a place to go alternatively build a beouine tent in the biggest room in the house, shut out the world and have a picnic.
Merry xmas Oaty to you and all yours from your pal Wolfster.
The return of the sun is due to begin in 10 days and I will celebrate its return with pleasure.