Tag: anxiety
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I am torn constantly.
This is not how I think things happened, this is how I think I feel things happened and will continue to happen. Intellectually it was a minor incident that is past. Physically I am crying often and my head, back and stomach are clearly showing that I am not over anything. This is not a…
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Old Song Reworked
Today I have for you, dear readers a song; sung to the tune of Fiddler’s Dram – “Day Trip to Bangor (Didn’t We Have a Lovely Time)” Didn’t we have a loverly time the day we went to Greylands? A beautiful day Police dragged me away Thank God we hid the baby You…
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Dogs Lie! Part 2
Please read part 1 here first. So the next morning when I got up I asked where Cherise was; the kids had let her into Grandma’s. OMG I ran down to Mum’s calling Cherise. Mum told me the 3 dogs were outside (3 because although Charlie likes playing with the dogs for a little while,…
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Dogs Lie!
A lot of people think that dogs can’t lie. Because they are too dumb; have you met your average yobbo, I mean dogs are smarter than that. Or because they are noble, give me a break, they eat cat poo. Because they are not at that developmental level; experts suggest dogs are at a similar…
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What’s Happening? Warning depressing content.
I have 45 years of depression and anxiety cycles behind me. I know how they work. I know so well that the knowledge has for years blunted the deeper end of depression. I go down, triggered by a mixture of sensory hazards; summer heat & brightness for example, memory; an event that has caused problems…
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Has the Clothes Fairy Exploded?
I walked into my room this morning and stood still in shock. What had happened? A cyclone or has the Clothes Fairy exploded? Then I remembered the boyfriend was visiting and this is how teenagers clean up. Yes my youngest complained because her boyfriend was visiting and there was laundry on the dining room table.…
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Warning, Disclaimer, Whatever
I write a lot of silly things. Cool, I’m not apologizing for that. But; and it’s a big but (he he I said ‘big butt’, I am autistic. And not one of these brilliantly successful, holding down a job, passing for normal autistics. I am an old, diagnosed late, clinically depressed, high anxiety autistic. I…
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The Perils of Holidaying.
I hate holidays; they never work out. We get anxious, effort to get there, effort to return; nothing but trouble and expense. Not this one; The Best Holiday of My Entire Life!!! But still there is a problem! We had to come home! Stupid, stupid us, we came home. Elusive support workers, homework gone feral,…
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I Am Awake, Shut Up Mum
In order to wake Alex from a dissociative/mute/withdrawn episode I sometimes use songs that attract her attention and simultaneously offer a reward if she can repeat the song. Singing a funny song preferably with actions wakes her up. By the time she can sing the song properly she is ready to safely walk around. This…
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I Had A Birthday, OMG, Shut Up!
It is not my birthday today, my birthday was days ago, if you wish me a happy birthday… I bite; just to warn you! My husband is making me do a birthday post. He loves my birthday; the jerk! I was born 8 days before him so he revs up the demon spawn and they…