I think it may be that I'm happier today than I have been for a longtime. That's not to say that getting through the day is a breeze, it's not. The world is still tiring and there are days when I feel there is a sneak thief stealing my spoons (Spoon Theory). The difference is … Continue reading Descending Into Hell
I always heard that you hit rock bottom and then you could start the climb back up. It hasn't been like that for me, I was still falling, in fact Im not sure there is a bottom just the never ending decent. Does this fall lead anywhere or are there just stops along the way … Continue reading Climbing Out of Hell
Trauma and the Stress Response Can everyone experience trauma? If so are some more susceptible than others? On the surface these questions are fairly straightforward, yes everyone one can be traumatised and there are a significant number of risk factors that not only make it more likely that you will experience trauma but that also … Continue reading Trauma, Autism and an Attachment Disorder
I have mental health difficulties and need support. Not to be treated like a second class citizen.
This week has seen Theresa May shouting her mouth off about “Mental Health” – Apparently, the problem is stigma, and we all need to talk about our mental health and all will be well with the world (That’s a trap by the way)
I could write for a long time about how utterly offensive I find it for the leader of this government, and this particular party to dare to isolate “mental health” as an individual, personal problem that many of us just happen to have, that occurs in isolation from the socio-political context for which they are directly responsible. I won’t do that – not too much anyway. I’m actually getting quite bored of reviews, and IAPT, and “parity of esteem” and however many shades of “doing nothing while making it look like we’re doing something so that we can shut up those who criticise us and make the…
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I don't know how it is for everyone else but for a long time I thought it was the same for them as it is for me. For me it doesn't stop, it spins and shifts in different directions creating webs of patterns, linked by varying hues. The demand for constant input, the never ending … Continue reading The Day the Whirring Stopped