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.
Well the boys are back at school and Owen is miserable. Lots of shouting over the last 24hrs from him...so my migraines are back after the respite the end of term brought us.
I have decided that once the asd assessment process is finished, if things don't improve I will home educate. I have lots of opposition to this but what's popular isn't always right, and what's right isn't always popular..so am sticking my tongue out to the doubters.
The new school they are at is fabulous but he still isn't coping and the thought of him (and consequently Sam ) being this unhappy until they leave is unthinkable. I'm sick of meetings, repeating myself over his difficulties and dealing with the meltdowns after and before school..I am sure there's a better way. But the assessment process can be difficult if they are HE (don't ask me why but the asd team don't like it) so until that is done we will have to do the best we can.
Sorry MiL is still having care issues, how frustrating! I do like the sound of her though.
I liked the fact you have been on the war path over your rights..nice one..go girl!
When's your first meet with the support worker?
As for our messages I will start a new topic off with the title of Piggle made a nest.
Find you there.
Take care my friend
Oatie
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