After many years of tinkering with Blogging, Vlogging and alike, it’s time to take the bull by the horns and start to commit more time into explaining my journey. After all, isn’t that what this was supposed to be about? I know I have said this before, but I now have nothing in my way other than my own mental health. So what’s to come?
First of all
I am in the process of developing a WordPress site. While the site will still be under the same domain, I am coming away from GoDaddy’s expensive and unusable platform, and tinkering with WordPress via Ionos. By changing to WordPress, I can promote more functionality control with my site. This will allow for more structured and personalised organisation, while opening up the opportunity to cover more than just prefabricated platforms allow.
To begin, I will be transferring all my past Blogs & accompanying Vlogs from GoDaddy & Blogger to WordPress. Once transferred I will be doing some reflection on the older Blogs & Vlogs, as well as transcribing all video content. During this time I will also be uploading new Blogs, plus shorter updates via the available apps. A lack of easy blog update applications has been one of the greatest stumbling blocks with GoDaddy. Hopefully easy access to WordPress will allow for eventual daily updated micro-Blogs, that I can follow up with periodic reflections.
Secondly
It is time to broaden my content delivery. I have dabbled with Vlogs, tried social media, and attempted to focus solely on my mental health. All the time, trying to keep events within my personal life out of the equation. Unfortunately keeping my personal life out of it has been my greatest stumbling block when it comes to Blogging/Vlogging. Considering I am an introvert who struggles to leave the house half of the time, my biggest triggers are in my home and family standings. Keeping my personal life out of it, meant I had nothing to talk about or little time to create content, other than when driving alone.
I have received a lot of treatment during the past few years, as well as undertaken a collective of little explained life changes. Having finally reached the point where I have answers about my mental health issues that actually fit in within a diagnoses (I will be discussing this soon), and I am currently in the latest stage of “recovery with adaptations”. Meaning I am starting to venture out into the world once again, one step at a time. To help with this, I will try and incorporate three of my favourite hobbies within the blogging, as I am within my recovery plan. Photography, travel, and theme parks. I have the camera gear capable of taking amazing photographs, seasonal passes for theme parks, and I like to travel as I will explain in detail later on in the year.
Thirdly
I am currently in the process of creating and designing a Podcast. Focusing primarily around generalised symptoms and the developmental crossovers between diagnosis’s, I will attempt to include study and professionally declared information along the way while cross-referencing with real life experiences. Although this is the start out plan for the Podcast, I imagine I will venture off topic fairly easy along the way, so who knows what the subject will be once I have covered the initial structured subjects.
So for now bare with me while I attempt to get things back into some sort of order. Change is coming, and hopefully this time, I will finally find my footing to a better future.
Originally posted via Blogger and YouTube on 8 April 2020. Copied like for like 21/03/2024.
An introduction to introduce myself and outline my plans/desires for my videos,, my future and the future of these vlogs. I would like to bring a community together, to create a safe place for those who need a break from reality and can do so in a judgement free environment. Not everyone can attend groups or want to be personally known, for this reason I am looking to create a group of variable levels of comfort.
So, recently I have been pushing my limits when it comes to social environments and venturing out of the house. I am currently compiling updates on my year with theme parks, but I wanted to put a little insight together of the drain winter has on my mental health and the effects of societal expectations push during Christmas time. Winter is my favourite season, but also my worst. Let me explain.
Media tells us that winter is a magical time of year with hot fires, cold snow fall, and the enjoyment of holiday season ringing all around us. In reality it is to mental health what Paris is to Paris syndrome. For those who don’t know, Paris syndrome is a “mental condition” given to persons who are expecting Paris to be as amazing is it is portrayed in Media, only to find out it is like most major European cities full of crime, hustlers and disappointment. Often experienced by Asian tourists who are only shown the glamour presented within the “city of love”, the Chinese and Japanese consulates amongst others, actively promote therapy sessions for visitors to Paris and other glamourised cities. Don’t get me wrong, not everyone struggles during the winter time, however, you will find many do. For me personally, I can’t think of a winter I haven’t struggled. The problem is, there is no single reason why. Lets explore some of the examples which have been attributed to my struggles.
Vitamin D
While it has been proven that I do struggle to create and maintain Vitamin D, this alone can not be the reason why I struggle so much. After all, I am not exactly on my own when it comes to Vitamin D. I live in the North of the UK where sunshine is often a luxury. Coupled with social anxieties and other problematic ailments, even supplements can only do so much. My struggles with Vitamin D has been a long term problem for which I try to take supplements for and I do try to build it up naturally the best I can.
Shorter Days
Lets be honest, the shorter days may be a big contribution to my “winter blues”. Not only is there very little opportunity to build natural Vitamin D, but, dependant upon your circumstances, you can run into a cycle of living in the dark if you are not careful. Let me explain. Depression can hit so hard I will struggle to get out of bed. When I do finally drag myself out of bed, it is already dark outside. Because I have spent most of my day in bed, I am unable to sleep at night meaning I will finally fall asleep when my mind switches off, just as the sun is rising. This is a perpetual cycle which takes over me every winter for up to half of the winter cycle. On the days where I am able to get up and “enjoy” the day, by the time darkness comes I am completely drained and depression hits hard, starting the cycle over again. Overall, I am lucky if I get 3 consecutive “good” days before I drop back into the cycle. I have tried to keep a routine but when the depression monster is at it’s worst, routines don’t exist.
Lack of Routine
As covered above, routine is a nightmare when it comes to depression and “the winter blues”. Attempting to maintain a routine while struggling with depression often becomes an additional cause to the perpetual cycle. I am aware that my lack of “constant routine” is a complication when it comes to this trivial matter, however I am currently trying to work on that. This is something I will cover in a later blog while I wait for my recent actions to manifest responses, however what I can say is my lack of working commitments and contractual expectancies does have a big impact upon my mental health, the reasoning behind it may become more clearer when I finally received the greatest clarity of my life. But I digress. So in short, yes lack of routine does impact my mental health during the winter, but in all honesty it affects it all year round. I could give many reasons why I can’t maintain a constant structured routine but I am aware my blogs already run on far too long. But surely “Christmas” gives you positive things to enjoy? I hear many people ask me!!
Christmas / Festivities
Contrary to popular belief, Christmas is a very stressful time for a lot of people. The problem is most people will hide their traumas over the winter period to try and “fit in” with media influenced societal expectations, or as in my case, to ensure our children enjoy the most expensive time of year. The problem with this is the crash that comes from donning the false face for what can potentially be months of pretending to be “okay”. Now Christmas as a child was not an exciting or fun experience, and certain aspects of the festive time of year incite PTSD episodes that can knock me for six without warning. Despite this I will try to keep positive so the children don’t feel the negativity. I have tried to change what Christmas means to me and run a positive spin on it but anyone who experiences these struggles will tell you that changing how something affects you when it feels like your own internal existence is out to get you, is almost impossible. Maybe I should move to a warmer climate to see how Christmas in the sun would impact me.
The weather
The weather has always been a big impactor to my mental health. No matter what time of year it is, the weather will cause my mental health state to fluctuate from one extreme to the other. Surprisingly rain brings out positive vibes while hot sun will make me irritable. Cold weather isn’t a big impactor as I feel more comfortable and balanced in lower temperatures, it is the unreliability of winter weather which impacts me the most. Admittedly, the unreliability of weather throughout the year does have an adverse effect upon my mental health but when included with other impactors such as mentioned above, I can go days when I even struggle to string sentences together, let alone function productively. Lets not forget, I live in the north of England where the weather is as unpredictable as the local residents.
Anything else?
Overall there are many things that can attribute towards my “winter blues”, he says downgrading the problems. I have looked into many things which could be attributing to my condition. I was told it was down to my diet so I changed my diet. Un-surprisingly to most, it just made it worse. I have been told it is because I am not spending enough time to exercise. Now saying this to someone who only struggles in the winter may be helpful, but saying to to someone with crippling anxieties who struggles to walk down the street without thinking everyone is out to get you, is exacerbated by the darkness that is so present within the winter months. I would love to be able to grab my dogs lead and go for a nice walk down the canal, but dogs sense everything and my dog is always on protect mode when out with me in the winter. I could look into every aspect of my life and how the winter affects it, but to be fair I think I have covered the most complex reasoning. So what’s the diagnoses?
Lets give it a name
I honestly can’t think of a winter in which I haven’t struggled. The younger years I hid it from the world, turning to excessive spending, excessive drinking and other self medicating responses. It’s no coincidence that the majority of my life ending attempts and treatment requests have been between the months of October and March. I’ve been “pencilled in” as having seasonal affective disorder (SAD), Cyclothymia (mild bi-polar). It’s been diagnosed as low vitamin D, winter/seasonal depression (another name for SAD), and just plain old “depression“. More recently we are venturing down the emotionally unstable personality disorder (EUPD/BPD), complex post traumatic stress disorder (c-PTSD), and neurodiversity. Lets be fair, it can come under as many names or diagnostic situations as you can present, but to me this is life and it is a problem for me. So what’s the cure?
Recovery and cure
I have already covered some changes which I could implement to help me cope with the struggles but as far as I am aware, there is no magical cure. No tablets in the world will help me during these events, and forced expectations from others just exacerbates the symptoms. I do try to stick to a structure but when you are in a really low place, structure is non-existent. I would love to get back into full time work as I miss the controlled structure so much. Most of my “sick time” when I was working full time was round the winter for reset days where I would just sleep straight for days trying to reset ready for my return. For the last 7ish years I have been unable to spend more than an hour focusing, let along a full days work. I am currently trying to work myself back into a working role, with a gradual return to employment but that is for another blog as mentioned above. Maybe I could take more walks or exercise more but unless I can move to the middle of nowhere with no civilisation, unfortunately I am stuck where I am for the time being. So why not move to a more constant climate I hear no one asking? I have far too many commitments in this country to uproot to another. As much as I would love to move to somewhere where the weather is guaranteed and vitamin D is in abundance, but unfortunately I am a little late/early for that transition at this point in life. So what am I doing to help myself?
Conclusion
This is not a new thing for me, as I said above, I have struggled with this for as long as I can remember. I have made some changes to help with my cPTSD issues including stepping away from certain people and avoiding locations or situations which I would foolishly push myself into enduring each year. I have pushed myself to visit various Christmas markets, I am trying to walk my dog when I am able to and I have even got my motorbike back on the road which I have not ridden for a long time now. I am also working on starting a voluntary position within a role I am passionate about and I am finally coming to the part of my life where I can start what will be a new normal. While this problem is back again to knock me down, it will not keep me down and I will come out of it as I do every spring. Until then I will keep on trying to function as expected.
Anyway this has turned into a waffle with no clear understanding so if you got this far, thank you. If your head is scuffled, I’d apologise but to be fair it is easier to say, welcome to my world.
Having a hobby can be a therapeutic way to escape the societal norms life throws at you. From the peaceful fishing trips to the Lego builds in the back bedroom, hobbies can help with relaxation and refreshing your mind. We all know someone who takes hobbies to the next level, often through over collecting or pushing it on anyone they meet. But have you ever been so fixated upon a hobby that you can immerse yourself for weeks into the hobby like nothing else exists? Until the next thing pulls you in a new direction? This is a common thing for the neurodiverse. Let me explain.
This is my pond set up (lets not talk about what’s in that giant shed behind). There are two ponds in total containing over 12,000 litres of water. Inside there are various different species of cold water fish including Koi, Shubunkins, Tench, and others. I also currently have five fish tanks around my home holding in excess of 2000 litres of water and various different tropical fish from Oscars to dwarf puffers. At the pinnacle of my fixation I had 9 tanks, each continent and specie specific. This started after I purchased a 100 litre tank and filled it with random fish. (I had owned many tanks before but due to constantly moving home I never got chance to keep them going). I then spent weeks watching copious YouTube videos on tanks, set ups, fish, you name it I watched it. I subscribed to every big fish keeper pages, learnt about habitats, water quality and all nature of feeding. Quickly one tank turned to two, to five and eventually to nine and two ponds with three more tanks ready to set up. The only reason I shrunk my tanks is due to my house needing building work. This is just a long line of hobbies I have taken on over my lifetime. Although not a cheep hobby, it is definitely not one of my most expensive ones.
As hobbies go, I have had fixations on things from motorcycles to crafting and anything in-between. At one point I had a large collection of vehicles all overtaking my home and street due to my fixation on fixing and adapting them. It got to a point that I even went into business with a friend doing just that. That quickly fizzled away when I realised that tinkering with vehicles is a lot more fun when I am able to do it in my own time rather than to a level of expectation. Luckily I was able to bow out of that easy. On another occasion I had a fixation on pushbike repair and building. At the pinnacle of that obsession I had in excess of 20 bicycles taking space up in my garden. I have large collections of all sorts of random stuff. My latest hobby fixation is theme parks. When I am not watching various Vloggers on YouTube and other social media sites, I am dragging the Mrs and young’un to various parks around the country.
I have had a fixation on theme parks for as long as I can remember. The adrenalin felt when flying round the scariest rollercoasters available is an amazing replacement for my desire to self harm or do stupid stuff. My fear of people and crowded places however superseded my thrill seeking desires. That was until I realised that I can avoid most of the queues which would usually see me lashing out and running away to hide, with the help of a Nimbus access card and the relevant theme park equivalents. Given the chance I would be at the parks every day as this has opened up a whole new world for me, however, my complications mean I have to have someone with me when out in social situations. While I can work through the drainage caused by the parks, the Mrs can not. Especially considering Alton Towers is our local park (I am a Merlin Annual Pass holder), and without the skyride, you can easily cover 20,000 steps a visit. So we are only able to visit as and when the Mrs is up for it. Theme parks are not the only fixation currently taking over. Vlogging, videoing and podcasts in general are something I have a keen interest in.
In my collection I have enough video, photography and recording equipment to kit out most mid level vloggers and photographers. Even having various computer set ups to allow for free editing with the greatest of editing software, I have everything I need to start vlogging and recording podcasts. The problem is, I am afraid of people. I have held a long desire to vlog what is it like living life with the catalogue of mental health complications. As much as I can happily sit in front of a camera in my car or when I am alone, I struggle to do it out in public. Just as much as I try not to push and publish myself due to fears of people recognising me in the street (Content for another future blog). My inability to talk to people means I will quickly become overwhelmed should someone approach me out in the wild. Another struggle I came across when making videos was editing. I would over compensate on editing to make sure it is 100% right. This would take a full day alone. I am fully aware there are platforms out there I can easily create and post videos but my fear of disappointing others means I try not to upset anyone with my videos and posts. Overall these are problems I know I need to overcome in order to do what I really want to do. There are a few other issues which I won’t cover here as I am already digressing enough, however hopefully one day I can use my fixations to the advantage of myself and as many others as I can. While “hobbies” are the biggest fixation, my fixations also seep into general planning and daily events. Lets take holidays for example.
I am a nightmare when booking holidays, I am fully aware of that. I hate booking them far in advance, instead I prefer to build the money up and book as close to the time as possible. I do this for many reasons. Partially it is due to me liking to live in the here and now. I will plan to go on holiday, when it will be and for how long. But when it comes to booking it, I fear the worst, so I like the knowledge that there is very little time for things to change or go wrong. Another reason is down to my mental health. I have no idea how I will feel at the time and I don’t want to be booking a trip when I am in a bad place. Not only will it spoil the holiday but it will make traveling a lot harder than it needs to be. The biggest issue with booking holidays earlier is my fixation upon the location and hotels. I will constantly scour Vlogs/Blogs/review sites etc; looking for changes in reviews or drops in quality. Should I see negative reviews I will beat myself up, expressing the fear that I have destroyed the whole holiday by booking the wrong place, causing me to ruminate on this until we arrive. I will be so drained by the time I get there, I will not enjoy the holiday. The Mrs hates this about me. She is constantly mithering to book holidays in advance, but instead of understanding why I am like this, she will happily tell me how stupid I am and point out how “we are not going on holiday”, or “there will be nothing available”. I wouldn’t mind if I had let her down before but I don’t think I have so far. I get why she is like that but I won’t lie, it isn’t easy. But once again I digress so lets wrap this up.
Overall hyperfixations and obsessive behaviours are part of my makeup and unfortunately are here to stay. While I do try to overcome these problematic issues, I don’t know of any magic trick that will eradicate them completely. They definitely come under the “neurospicy” umbrella.
On a different note, if anyone has any tips to overcome my fears or to start a vlogging journey, please feel free to contact me on my Contact page or come find me on social media. I may not be a people person but I welcome constructive and assistive advice.
For those who don’t know, I struggle with a collective of mental health issues including EUPD (BPD), c-PTSD, ASD, and ADHD. Each come with their own symptomatic experiences, however, they each have a lot to say when it comes to emotions. Textbooks claim I am unemotional. Unable to demonstrate, understand or acknowledge emotions. This couldn’t be further from the truth. So lets talk emotions.
When professionals ask about emotions, I often tell them the same thing. “Tell me I have won a million pounds or my favourite pet has died, I will give you the same deadpan response of okay”. This is pretty much my response for everything. Some call it “resting dad face”. Others claim I have a cold heart. People who meet my for the first time struggle to understand why I give this response, often questioning if I believe them, or if I even care‽ Truth of the matter is, I have no idea. So lets break these extremes down and explore them further.
I’ve won £1,000,000!!
Okay so there is very little chance of this happening considering I don’t gamble, don’t do the lottery and I am very sceptical about anything that sounds too good to be true. But it’s not all about the money. Even little things like acknowledgement of my actions, gifted things from others or winning little competitions, I have no idea how to react. Recently I won 2 tickets to a festival. Twenty years ago I would have popped a couple of pills or opened up a bottle of whiskey ready to dance the night away. Now I no longer self prescribe in this way I had no idea what to do with them so I gave them to the Mrs. I drove her and her friend to the venue while I popped over to Thorpe park to get a fix on my current “obsession”. When telling the Mrs about the win, I am aware that I did this in such a nonchalant way, she didn’t believe me.
A year ago I won a £900 paddle board. I never told anyone or even reacted to the win when I found out, instead I just gave them my delivery details and boom it was on my doorstep. Met with a “what the hell have you been ordering now” from the Mrs, I had to reassure her that I hadn’t gone through another stage of ordering random things for the sake of it and show her the winning email. Now I struggle with water at the best of time but that’s another blog, however I had ideas of learning how to paddleboard when I received it. It is still in it’s box in my shed!!.
Following my big breakdown, I spent what felt like a lifetime going through police interviews and bouncing back of forth in the system after disclosing the traumas from my childhood. At the end of the torturous waste of time, I was awarded £32,000 in compensation. My response for this was to get rid of it as soon as possible. My thoughts and feelings on this one was that I was being paid off for a vile man and his dirty cronies to use me as their play thing. So that’s what I did. I spent it all within the month. Giving some away and paying for a lavish holiday for the family and extended. But they’re probably not the best examples so lets bring it down a little.
Compliments and praise.
Compliments and praise don’t go down well with me. I have no idea how to react or what I am supposed to say. This goes with any social expectation to be fair. Thank me for helping you and I will either deflect the conversation or I will shrug it off like it is nothing. Offer me some recognition for going above and beyond, I will brush it off like it is something which is expected of me. Tell me I look nice, I will say “okay”. I could save a life and I will walk away before someone tries to thank me. One example I can give is something I had a rant about a few years ago.
During the peek of the Covid I would send random fast food deliveries to the local hospital. Usually through Uber, I would put instructions to keep it anonymous and deliver it to the front door of A&E with a message saying ‘thank you and stay safe’. On one occasion I happened to send a large bundle of Pizzas however I chose to do it through Domino’s instead of Uber. Well the Dominos driver was an utter tool. He refused to take them to the guard at the door as asked and demanded that I make the three mile trip to the hospital in order to receive them and take them in. When it was explained to both him and the shop boss that it was an anonymous gift that I frequently send, they refused to do this one simple thing. I had to call the hospital and explain that it was me who was sending the food parcels and that one was outside with a very awkward driver. I was then hit with a lot of praise and thanks with call backs from the hospital management etc. I had no idea how to respond, only apologising for the actions of the Dominos driver while trying to get off the phone ASAP. This experience prompted something else I hate doing. I had to make a complaint to Dominos head office. I don’t do things because I want praise. I do it because I truly care about what I am doing. So far we have established I don’t take good news or praise well. So what about the negativities?
Your dad has died
Bad news is taken just as good is, with a straight and unemotional response. From as young as I can remember I have failed to deal with bad information as expected within societal norms. While the loss of loved ones or close pets is an extreme example to start with, it is one which has the most impact. Lets take the loss of my dad for instance.
Before I reached the age of five my father had already left the family home and abandoned me. Neither my mother or step father wanted me around, often boasting about how much of an inconvenience I was to them. My older sisters were frequently in and out of care homes while my younger sister was treated by my step as his own child. The whole of my childhood I was told that my father was a bad person, a waste of space who abandoned me and wanted nothing to do with me. I was told he was an abusive man, and with my only memory of him was him kicking off, punching a glass window and having my mother by the neck, (which only reinforced what they were telling me), I believed this to the be truth. After the step left my mother, I found out my father was back on the scene, in frequent contact with my mother, and my sister was in constant contact, often round his house etc. Despite this they both continued to enforce the beliefs I held that he was a bad person. Skip many years to my epic breakdown.
With every memory I had suppressed from childhood flooding back in quick succession, I called my mother, father, my brother, and sisters all to my home and spent the next few hours explaining what had happened to me. I explained how it had impacted me and the many attempts I made to get help as a child. I then asked for help as to what to do with it. My father stepped up. He came to the police station with me and sat by while I explained everything to a collective of police officers over and over. He didn’t shy away or avoid me, he stood by my side, constantly demonstrating true remorse over what had happened when he walked out of my life. The next few years he was there but in the background, due to the toxic behaviour of his so called girlfriend. Despite this I tried to rekindle a relationship with him the best we could. I wont lie, I was envious of my siblings for getting to spend the best of his life with him while I was stuck with the tail end, at which point he had given up on life. Two years ago we lost him to throat cancer which had spread throughout his lungs and beyond. He had hidden this away from everyone and turned away any form of help. In my eyes he had given up on life and this was the way he found to end it.
During his last week I spent every day with him at the hospital. When I wasn’t sorting things out for him there, I was running around trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Where was the rest of them then? Those that he wanted about all made excuses how they couldn’t get there or that they didn’t want to see him like that. Like I did!!!. But at the end of it all it was me who had to agree to his palliative care. It was me who had to agree to his DNR and other care needs. It was me who had to arrange what was to happen to his body, his funeral and empty his home. It was me who had to sort out all of his debts, finances and alike despite him leaving no will or making it easy for me to do so. In his eyes I was his eldest so it is up to me to deal with it. He even told the others that should anything happen to him to get me to sort things out etc. If only the financial companies and alike believed it was as easy as he said it was. Especially since he was still technically married to my brothers mother. But that’s another rant I will have to have in the future.
Far from it. I may not show emotions but it doesn’t mean I don’t have any. Excusing the constant rollercoaster of emotions I experience every minute of the day, I can be instantly hit with random blasts where I will smile, cry, or become frustrated for no visible reason. I will have no idea why but it happens non the less. I will also become angry for no apparent reason. Usually internalised, my anger stages are often accompanied with feelings that I am unwanted or an inconvenience for those around me.
Is there a cause or cure?
You’re guess is as good as mine. The ADHD says I am over emotional, the Autism says I am under emotional, the EUPD says I have no emotions, and the c-PTSD says my emotional response is dead. Bring them all together and I am just a hot mess of emotions hidden behind a wall of nothing and masked by a desire to fit in with at least those around me.
So….. that’s me in a nutshell. An emotional nutshell. Sorry for the long and random post. I am aware that smaller posts get more views but I write these to vent, not for views.
Have you ever had to make the walk of shame? You arrive at a theme park, excited to ride all of the rides. Keen to experience the rush of adrenalin experienced through the twists and turns of ground-breaking white knuckle rides, only to be told you’re too fat to ride. I’ve never experienced this before, until my last visit to Alton Towers in March (2024).
Having previously ridden Rita last October, at which point I was a stone heavier. I have tried to think up every eventuality for my defence such as: It was a cold day so I was wearing a thick Wicker Man merch hoodie, thick jeans, and a belt. I also had two card lanyards under my hoodie full of badges. My jean pockets were shallow and full with my phone and wallet. I had eaten a heavy meal late the night before, and I was drinking a lot of refill drinks due to anxiety induced dehydration. I could go on, but Rita wasn’t the only ride I had size issues with. I also had to use the “fat man” seats on Oblivion and Nemesis Reborn on that visit, as well as just Oblivion my visit a week earlier. It must be said however, the park staff were extremely understanding and apologetic each time. At least three different members apologised during my walk of shame.
So why am I making the walk of shame?
Many symptoms come with a mental health breakdown. For me, the return of suppressed memories held the severest of impact. The aftermath of which I am still fighting with today. While other symptoms such as the crashing of my “wall of masks”, and the return of my hidden “neuro diverse” traits, it is the mass weight gain which has caused me the most physical complications.
Pre breakdown I weighed 12st 6lbs give or take, and I exercised daily. I held muscle well and despite my ligament issues, I was fairly active. Although classed as overweight compared to the outdated BMI calculators, I carried a lot of muscle weight, with my waste only being 32″ compared to my 42″ chest. The mental health crash resulted in me having to take large doses of Quetiapine, Venlafaxine, & Mirtazapine, as well as Zopiclone and Promazine. All of which turned me into a Zombie and made me constantly hungry for a number of years. My muscles turned to fat and my metabolism stopped due to the irregular eating habits I had developed. My anxieties came back with a big bang and I struggled to even leave the house. Basically I had become a couch potato with little desire to do anything other than hide away from the world and want to make it all go away. Within the first year my weight ballooned to 20 stone, the vast majority of which is fat. I now currently sit at a 40″ waste with a 50″ chest and a flabby gut to go with. I still carry the weight on top with a wide chest but its more fat than muscle nowadays meaning I now have bigger breasts than most supermodels.
But my size is only half of my problem.
Gaining so much weight so quickly is not healthy for anyone. Although a lot of the weight is visible from the outside, the worst damage is to my organs. My lungs, liver, kidney, heart and many other organs are all smothered in fat. I have “non-alcoholic fatty liver damage” (NAFLD), which is irreparable, I have a fatty heart which results in hypertension and poor circulation. I have excessive cholesterol for which I am on 80mg Statins that look like suppositories. I struggle to breath at high altitudes due to fat around my lungs and I have constant muscle aches due to the High levels of statins. As it sits, I will be surprised if I reach 50. To be fair I am surprised I made it to 40 with my mental health issues. I’d rather my mental health take me than die slowly from fat takeover.
So what have I done to rectify this?
As easy as it sounds to most to join the Gym, go for walks or go on a diet. It isn’t that easy with the medication mentioned above as well as the additional complications mental health ailments and neurodiversity cause. So lets cover each subject separately.
Dieting, I do keep to a more healthier diet than I did. I don’t eat too much crap, I don’t snack, I don’t eat or drink sugary products and I avoid heavily fatty foods. My problem is remembering to eat and speeding up my metabolism. I will go days without eating but mostly I will forget to eat until night time at which my metabolism will have stopped, resulting in my meal laying heavy on me. I have started to drink Huel shakes in the morning to try and get it going, but I am more than aware I need to do more. It has also taken me a while to shake the “eat now or you will never eat again” mentality I built up as a child. But that’s another story.
Join a Gym, I tried that a couple of times. First time was impacted by the dreaded C virus at which point my mental health took another dip. The second time I visited Pure Gym. Biggest mistake ever. It is full of judgemental, self righteous, egotistical, people who spend more time ridiculing others than looking at their own behaviours and actions. As much as I would like to return to the community gym I was once with, I just can’t build myself up to re-join.
Walk or exercise more, Surprisingly I love to walk. My body isn’t keen on it but I love it. I could walk for miles, if I could. Don’t get me wrong, I do a lot of walking around Alton Towers or when abroad, I just have to make sure the next two days I am doing nothing so I can recover from masking the pain both mentally and physically. As for walking or exercising in my local community. I struggle with severe anxiety, a personality disorder, and neurodiversity. Leaving my house (my safe place) is hard in itself, to venture into the community where I live, I need to plan the whole day and make sure I can rest for the next few days if needed as that is a chore and half. I’d happily walk far-far away from my home, but only if I feel comfortable and physically able.
Medical intervention, Have you ever tried to get anything out of the NHS? You can’t even get an appointment without a whole lot of messing about. My Drs is like the DWP, you have to over emphasise on your worst day like it happens every day in order for them to believe you need an appointment. I have been looking into Liraglutide and gastric bands/bypass, however, you have to prove to a “health care worker” (not even a Doctor) that these are right for you and no other option is possible. As soon as I discuss my mental health, I’m kicked to the kerb and told to come back once my mental health is better. If you know a cure for personality disorders, c-PTSD, autism, and ADHD, sign me up. And no it isn’t mushrooms no matter what you are told!!! You’d think the NHS would love the idea of my weight loss in order to save money in the long run on future care.
So what’s my plan?
Currently I am having to persevere and carry on with what I am doing. Summer is coming so I am hoping to be able to get out more and do more. Even if it means driving into the middle of nowhere and randomly walking anywhere. I am still trying to push myself to sign up for the community gym once again and I plan on learning to swim all over again as I appear to have forgotten how to stay afloat. Mind you I don’t like the feeling of water in my face so I’ve got to work on that also. The biggest plan however is frequent visit to the theme parks. Even if I am just slow walking around, it’s still better than nothing I suppose. I am also trying to save for private medical treatment. Finally I will be working on my eating patterns. I don’t want to rush it and kill myself but I know I need to do something before I die anyway. It’s time to get back into my love of photography and videography once again, and actually find a reason to get out of the house more.
Anyway that’s enough moaning and waffling for one day. I will try to shorten my future updates but I just wanted to talk about my weight and why I am the way I am now.
Originally posted by accident via GoDaddy Blogs 23 November 2023, Finally completed 03/01/2024. Copied like for like 21/03/2024.
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Finally completed 03/01/2024
What is in a name? That which we call a diversity by any other name, would still present just as keen.
Okay, so Shakespeare may not have worded it that way, but roses don’t always smell so sweet, so who cares? Anyway, todays topic is diagnostics. I have covered this subject in the past but this time I include updates on my diagnoses, the path to my current diagnoses, and my understanding of each diagnoses. I may digress a fair bit but I will try to cover each diagnoses individually as well as collectively. I will attempt to include some diagnostic and study based information, however, I will discuss each diagnoses individually in detail within future publications. Finally I will finish with my take on the whole diagnostic system, the care involved and the problems created with cross diagnoses symptoms.
For as long as I can remember, I have struggled with a catalogue of mental health problems. Instead of letting them eat me up, I learnt to over come them through masking (another future topic to cover).
By the age of 30 I had masks for every eventuality. I could step into a situation, don the relevant mask, and appear like I fit in with the crowd around me. I had a mask for work, a mask for social situations, a mask for my daughter and even a mask for entering shops. While the masks helped me to function within society and appear “normal”, they weighed heavy, both physically and mentally. Although I appeared to function well within societal expectations, I was slowly burning myself into the ground. I did have various escapes which allowed for me to reboot and recover. Unfortunately by the age of 30, these escapes were no longer accessible due to additional commitments and expectations. And so my demise gained momentum. Not only affecting my personal life, the impact upon my working life was evidential to all but me. To cover this I would often take unexplained time off from work, blaming it on migraines or other ailments. As much as I wanted to talk about what was going on in my mind, I was afraid I would lose everything if I did.
The majority of my diagnoses came after my initial breakdown around 7 years ago, with the most important being given recently. Impacted by various failings made by myself and others, I have gone most of my life undiagnosed on problems that should have been addressed to promote a healthier life. While hindsight is a wonderful thing, the past is set in stone. Now it’s about addressing my situations and moving forward. Prior to my breakdown, my diagnoses were sporadic and never followed up, either due to my own internal fears or an inability to access resources offered. With waiting lists longer than Santa’s naughty list, or even a refusal of the medical professionals to follow up, the majority of my initial diagnoses were pencilled in to my files as “possible signs” and “probable cause”. My first pencilled in diagnoses came from the same “counsellor” who told me to “man up” in my late teens.
Cyclothymic Disorder
Also known as a milder form of Bi-Polar Disorder or BD3. Cyclothymia is explained as being attributed to persons who experience sporadic fluctuating mood swings, ranging from borderline hypomania to minor depression. Often treatment will include a temporary use of Anti-Depressants, and, basic form of therapy such as CBT. To convert the diagnoses to Bi-Polar 2, the person must demonstrate sporadic yet extended symptoms of Severe Depression, while Bi-Polar 1 also incorporates sporadic yet extended symptoms of full Manic episodes.
Unfortunately marred with this diagnoses, the counsellor told me that I would need referring for an official assessment. He explained that the waiting list was long and chances were my symptoms would go away by then. He then went on to say, “there is nothing wrong with you that can’t be solved by a good night out with the lads”, however he will put me on the waiting list anyway. I never returned after that appointment, instead I tried to take my own life not long after.
Ten years later, I was pencilled in by a GP as having potential Bi-Polar Disorder 2, however the counsellor I was referred to changed it to trauma based severe depression.
Trauma based/Severe/Comorbid Depression
A diagnoses I have received on various occasions is Depression. Often coupled with some form of “Anti-Depressants” and “social prescribing”. I would present to the Drs at least twice a year to discuss my depressed episodes. I would explain how life was becoming tiring and I was struggling to function in society. I’ve been met with various different responses from General Practitioners (GP’s) including “embracing the time of year”, and to change my diet (the most common one). I’ve had GP’s who would listen to everything I had to say, and others who would try to rush me out of their surgery because they were running late and I was inconveniencing them by telling them how I feel. Overall I have struggled with various levels of depression for as far back as I can remember. With my suicide attempts being as common as at least one each year, you’d think these would be logged on my medical records. Especially as I have reported most of them to the GPs or hospitals. But that’s the subject of yet another update. While I suffer with depression all year round, the worst time of year for me is always around winter.
Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)
Christmas is always a rough time of the year for me. I struggle to get into any Christmas spirit due to experiences from my childhood and early adult life. I do try to be present as much as I can at Christmas for my children to ensure they can enjoy the season, however, by boxing day I am often struggling to even want to exist. In the past I have received a SAD diagnoses on numerous occasions. Often dealt with by increasing Anti-Depressants, until I either couldn’t afford the prescriptions, or I didn’t like how they made me feel. More recently It has come to light that I struggle to maintain vitamin D. Despite attempts to dose myself with supplements, I just cant maintain it in the winter months. The rest of the year I am in the garden tinkering with my ponds and plants, but winter is just a repetitive cycle I am struggling to break. Having found studies on the cause and effect of Vitamin D Deficiency, I have come to accept that depression causes vitamin d depletion which in turn causes depression. So now I am attempting to supplement depression for structure and stability while supplementing the vitamin D with supplements. Unfortunately this is hard to undertake when leaving the house is such a chore.
Social/Generalised/Comorbid Anxiety Disorder
Making me nervous for as long as I can remember, social situations have never been my strong point. I can put on a good face and with a bit of “self medicating” or “Dutch courage” in order to appear active and outgoing person. Unfortunately the truth is, I am probably one of the most anxious and socially awkward people you will meet. Unable to even walk out of my home without some sort of anxiety rearing it’s ugly head, I must go through at least one level of attack each half hour when out of my comfort zone. I question every action, every emotion, every feeling, every comment and….well….everything!!! Every thing I say comes out in one of two formats. Either I have thought about every single word I am about to say, or you can grantee I will be overthinking every word for the upcoming future. In my past working environment I memorised every piece of formalised text in order to ensure I don’t make mistakes. I will research day and night on random topics, reading everything that is in front of me or listening to videos in order to ensure I can engage in conversations in which I don’t come away feeling like a complete fool. When I am not overthinking internalised anxieties, I am suffering with external inducing factors.
I don’t like being crowded. I don’t like being out of control. I fear that everyone is out to get me, everyone is plotting something or everyone is staring at me. I can’t eat in public unless I am facing away from others and in a secluded area such as a booth or a corner. I can’t sit in a theatre or cinema unless I am on an end seat near an exit with minimal foot traffic. I will not get up from that seat no matter how inconsiderate the wife likes to tell me I am for not going outside with her at intervals whilst she gets her tobacco fix. Once I am sat I will stay sat in order to inconvenience as little people as possible, yet I will get up every time someone wants to get past me as I don’t want their inconvenient action to appear like I am inconveniencing them. I can’t use public transport because I am not in control and I have had one too many incidents on public transport in the past. I don’t like people sitting next to me. I don’t like people waling near, behind or in front of me. To top it off, if I am placed in too uncomfortable a position, I am likely to lash out or internalise my frustration. Usually ending in bouts of self harm. I could type for hours about my anxiety issues and “triggers” (I hate that phrase), and I will in a future publication, however, my biggest problem is knowing the route cause of my anxieties. Are they generalised anxieties, anxieties related to the diagnoses towards the end of this blog, or are they connected to my c-PTSD?
Complex/Comorbid Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Constantly being amended within the Diagnostic Statistical Manual (DSM), the diagnoses of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) has evolved from the days of “Shell Shock”, to its current form of 5 commonly agreed underpinnings.
Normal Stress Response (NSR) – Often experienced during a singular stressor event, NSR is a common issue everyone will experience within their lives. Such response often dissipates within a few weeks through generalised support and reassurance. Such can occur in the event of a car accident or unexpected illness/surgery. While this is categorised under PTSD, NSR rarely progresses to a full PTSD diagnoses.
Acute Stress disorder (ASD) – Like the above, ASD is a pre PTSD diagnoses experienced during a single event. Unlike NSR the event would need to be deemed as life threatening to be classified as ASD. Such events as natural disasters or near death experiences. Treatment is often similar to that of NSR however medication or therapy may be offered to assist in the recovery. The latter becoming more common within hospitals and victim support services.
Uncomplicated PTSD – Also known as singular event PTSD due to the diagnoses being based upon a singular traumatic event. Often demonstrating through changes in a persons actions and behaviours as a result of that event, such as avoidance, change in personality, anxieties and flashbacks amongst others. Treatment for uPTSD often includes medication and targeted therapy treatment such as Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT).
Complex PTSD – Incorporating a collective of traumas, cPTSD is often experienced in those who experience violence or abuse over a six months or more. Treatment for cPTSD is more complex than uPTSD, often requiring targeted therapy for one trauma at a time or advanced treatment pathways. Many who struggle with cPTSD are highly likely to also be diagnosed with some form of personality or dissociative disorder due to the long term emotional and behavioural impact.
Comorbid PTSD – When accompanied with a level of self medicating or addictive tendencies, any of the above can become known as Comorbid PTSD. This can also be present when other mental health complication are experienced both during and after the traumatic experiences. Meaning co-occurrence, comorbid is often used as a blanket term within medical practices. Unlike Complex, Comorbid is best treated together, allowing for both to be addressed to reduce perpetuating cycles.
More commonly known as Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), as mentioned above, personality disorders often come hand in hand with cPTSD due to the complexity of the experienced traumas. The most common of personality disorders, EUPD presents a barriers between the feeling, experience, knowledge, and understanding of emotions. For instance, I always use the same example. You could tell me my closest loved one has died or I have won the lottery, I will give the same response to both extremes. Often this is an “okay” and a shrug of the shoulders. It is not that I don’t feel emotions, it is just that I don’t know what they are or how I am supposed to respond to them. I can be calm and organised during a traumatic event yet have a melt down if I run out of milk. I over compensate a lot just to appear like I give sh!t. I had often wondered if I had BPD throughout my life, but the more I looked up symptoms, the less I agreed. This could have been either due to my ability to mask my symptoms, or the little information known about personality disorders when I first started to look for answers. As you can imagine this diagnoses hit me like a ton of bricks at first, however, when reading up on the latest diagnostic information, it was clear to see why I had been diagnosed and what it meant for me. Finally I was on a structured treatment pathway that covered many of my symptoms, this diagnoses started to make sense. Yet for some niggling reason, the pathway was still missing a lot of my symptomatic problems. Resigned at the thought I would never get answers to all the mental health complications I struggle with, I accepted that this was the best I was going to get and I am still committed to completing the treatment pathway of which I will also be doing a post on in the near future. Up to now the pathway has been helpful and eye opening, with lots of insightful information. Currently I only have two notable gripes, 1 – I am the only male on the pathway, 2 – some of the information taught is basic common sense. That being said, until more males start to talk and seek help, this can not be influenced without engaging those housed under his majesties pleasure into the community treatment plans. As for basic common sense, I am fully aware that this is a “me problem” given my knowledge and understanding of psychology and my need to constantly learn. Another fantastic thing to come out of the pathway is the ability to work with the same three facilitators. Having done so for nearly a year, has allowed for me to receive more answers than I have ever expected. Discussing my unaddressed issues, I was offered a pre-assessment screening for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), and Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). Both of which I scored high on and am awaiting official assessments following referral. How do you have them I hear none of you shout
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)
Persons who suffer with ADHD will struggle with many different symptoms from inability to focus or concentrate, to sporadic, mainly uncontrollable, hyperactivity behaviours such as acting upon urges or impulses. Historically it was explained that only naughty children were diagnosed with ADHD and most of them grew out of it by adulthood. Lately it has been established that not only did many go undiagnosed at childhood due to this way of thinking, but ADHD is present within adults also. Upon hearing the recommendation by my community Mental Health nurse (CMHN) I was alarmed. I had not long completed my Clinical Psychology undergrad course and even they skirted past discussions of ADHD in adults other than offenders. So to say that there is a high chance I have ADHD was automatically met with refusal and denial. I came home and looked up ADHD symptoms in adults, comparing the symptoms with my behaviour and actions. Impulsivity; yep, impulsivity is something I struggle with a lot. Tell me not to do something, I’m going to do it, sign says don’t touch, I’m touching it, I get an idea in my head, I’ll be undertaking that idea as soon as possible. I enjoy a holiday, I’ve already booked to go back, I like the look of something, I’ve bought it already. Not ten minutes ago I lifted my 20KG dog in the air shouting weee, I don’t know why, I just did. Disorganised; yep. I am attentive in ensuring everything has a place and there is a place for everything. Without this format I have no idea where anything is. I will put something down and within seconds it has vanished into the abyss. I will find it again but not until I have undertaken around 7 other actions in the time I am looking for it. Bit of an Idea, I was building a new computer chair last week, I put the hex key down and it vanished. I went to the shed to get another and found my light I had lost two days before, but it was dead. I went to my battery draw to get new batteries, only to find a random shaped battery. Fascinated I took the battery into my garden shelter to take a picture with my phone which I had in my pocket that I was using as a torch in the shed looking for the hex key. I had received a message so I sat reading that, after which I drifted into a Facebook scroll of doom after clearing the notifications I had on my feed. Finally I got up, walked back into my lounge and sat down trying to figure out what I was doing. I found my hex key on the couch next to me and was swirling it around in my fingers for 15 minutes until I realised I had to finish the chair. I put it in my pocket, went to poor myself a coffee then returned to the lounge only to spend another 5 minutes looking for the hex key again. I only found it because I was getting flustered and took off my hoodie. It fell out of the pocket. Fidgeting; yep, I’m always fidgeting. I can’t stay still for too long and if I do I will have something in my hand or I will be picking at one of my many scabs that I just don’t let heal. If I feel it I will pick it until it bleeds, then I will put pressure on it for it to stop while looking for my next victim to pick. I do this more in uncomfortable situations but it’s a constant issue. I will doodle, draw, randomly scroll on my phone without knowing what I am looking at, and even read everything in sight. I’ll inspect a full room, count tiles, count drops of wallpaper, touch every button on whatever is in front of my, or randomly just poke or tickle the Mrs. It may take me 2 days to do an hours task but if you try to intervene and do it wrong, I will not be happy.
Surprise surprise these symptoms were also present and clear for all to see as a child. Both my middle sister and mother were told I had received this diagnoses and both said “that makes sense”. So why wasn’t I diagnosed as a child? Was it due to my behaviour being hidden, was it a lack of parental care or was it down to my other suspected diagnoses?
Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD)
My experience of ASD as a child was under the name of Asperger’s, and was promoted as someone who was non-verbal or Rain Man (1988). To top it off, once again in Uni the focus on ASD was around children and extreme autism symptoms. While I have always believed that there had to be an underlying reason for my behaviours and actions, both as a child and as an adult, I never expected ASD to be the answer. Sometimes either myself or others would joke/comment about certain behaviours being “a bit autistic”, or “sensory”, or just being acknowledged as “different”.
The NHS website (1) has a collection of “symptoms in adults” I would like to go through.
Finding it hard to understand what others are thinking or feeling. –This is a constant issue with me and has been for as long as I can remember. Being unable to focus upon peoples faces or body language has a large impact on this. As a means to overcome this, I have learnt to read rooms instead. I can go off how others respond or react however this is not always a positive thing as it relies upon others to guide my responses. Often this can result in inappropriate or delayed responses. When alone with someone, I can become “weird” pretty quick. Not being able to understand what is going on, I will either over compensate or react with a deadpan response. I’m terrible at “taking hints” and, unless things are said directly to me, I can and do miss a lot of expressed dialect.
Getting very anxious about social situations. – Always. Anxiety has always played a large part in my life. I will put things off for a very long time due to anxiety, from opening a letter to booking holidays. I won’t go into many places without first being able to prepare myself, have the right distraction equipment such as Loop buds and earphones, and I know where every viable exit is at any given time. I will not ride public transport, however this can be put down to many different factors. I over prepare for every eventuality, often resulting in me carrying a heavy overstocked backpack. I won’t go to social events and actively avoid anything which requires socialising. In the past I have found “self medicating” with alcohol and other unsavoury substances have help with socialising, allowing for me to experience what I have during my masking days, however, since the fall of the masks, I have struggled to build new coping mechanisms for this besides alcohol and Promazine. (not together obviously).
Finding it hard to make friends or preferring to be on your own. – Another which I can relate for as long as I can remember. Going back to school times, I have always been a bit of a loner. I have put this down to many things in the past from social segregation to bullying however the more I put thought to it, the more I realise the real reasoning. I don’t make friends easy, and when I do, I can’t keep them. Usually it is because I go all or nothing. Overcompensating for what I think friendship should be or just vanishing from the friendships. Being socially awkward doesn’t help either. I am going to cover this and a lot more in a future post. (that’s a lot of future posts). I don’t have any close friends and those who I called friend in the past all dumped me when my mental health was at it’s worst. most annoyingly, my current situation means I am unable to make new friendships as I struggle to trust anyone’s motives.
Seeming blunt, rude or not interested in others without meaning to. – So apparently I have “no filter” more often than not. I am usually blunt and straight to the point. No need to beat around the bush or tell a story, I will just give all the facts and that’ll be that. I will look like I switch off or completely blank out when you talk however I am still listening, I am just waiting for the information I need. Anything else is insignificant and will only distract me from the expected outcome. If it has no outcome or need for an outcome, I don’t want to know it. If you tell me a joke and I already know it, chances are I will either switch off or finish the joke for you. Give me a sales speech, I’ll walk away, however give me facts and I will listen. Another subject I could go on many tangents with.
Finding it hard to say how you feel. – How can I say how I feel if I don’t know how I feel. Even if I do know how I feel I won’t tell you because I’m probably going to sound stupid. Putting names to feelings never comes easy. I know anger and frustration but other feelings and emotions it takes me a lot of overthinking and procrastination to put names to, and even then I am usually wrong. I’ve been told this is also connected to EUPD/BPD, or it could be a catalogue of other reasons, who knows. One thing is for certain, I can give you a scientific hypothesis about what is going on. Besides that, don’t expect to hear anything other than “I’m fine”.
Taking things very literally. – More often than not, yes. I work on facts and stats. I do have common sense and I do question a lot of what I experience in life, however, I do have a habit of believing everything is gospel until I learn otherwise. The bigger issue is when people say things to me or comment about general events. If someone says I look awful, that’s me for the day at least, thinking I am dying. If I’m told I am weird, I will recant into my shell and probable never do or say anything in front of that person again. If it is said to me that I am stupid, I will cry myself to sleep thinking I am useless and a waste of time. This might explain why I can’t keep friends.
Having the same routine every day and getting very anxious if it changes. – Oh yes. Since my breakdown I have pined a routine. Unfortunately my current dynamics don’t allow for it so I try to keep to as many as I can. If my structure changes, so does my day and the slightest thing can render me useless. It is not so coincidental that my initial breakdown and struggles with work commitments came at the same time my office took on a new floor manager. With no knowledge of the work we did or how we did it, he decided to switch everything up. Changing how we carried out practically everything. Pushing for a more call centre chicken cage dynamic over the relaxed office process which worked so well, he started to push for longer opening hours, shift work and hot desking amongst others. I would come in and nothing would be on my desk where I left it. My chair, my screen, my mouse (I’m left handed), and even my desktop trinkets would not be where I left them. Upon my return after my first breakdown, we were in a new office at the other side of town. The office was a sterile hot desk environment with no personalisation and I was expected to undertake roles not within my former role. Struggling with this and still recovering, I was forced into undertaking actions I was in no way prepared for. Along came my 2nd more damaging breakdown. There is a lot more to this which I will once again cover in a future topic, depending upon how I am dealt with by them this year. Prior to my breakdowns and the changes at the time, I stuck to a structured and trackable routine, only deviating upon pre-planned events or substance related episodes.
Not understanding social “rules”, such as talking over people. – As I’ve said above, I am not very good at the whole process of socialising. When in social environments I will either stay quiet in the corner or over compensate. This includes overtalking, spurting out random facts, cutting off conversations or offering straight blunt responses. I don’t do small talk and I don’t understand the concept of a conversation fully. If I talk to you for more than a couple of minutes you should feel honoured, because that is very rare for me. I’ll say what’s in my head as soon and as fast as I can then I’m out of there, back to the safe zone I have already planned out. You could be mid conversation with someone, on the phone, or even engrossed into something, I won’t put thought to it until later on that night when I question every activity I have done that day.
Avoiding eye contact. – I’ve mentioned this above, eye contact is something I can’t do. Never have done and I doubt I ever will manage to master it. One of my learnt skills was to watch the persons lips, their ears or even what is going on behind them. I may look like I am making eye contact but you will notice my eyes are bouncing like I’m high or squinting like I’m drained. If I am forced to make or keep eye contact, I will not pay attention to anything you are saying or doing. I will be putting every form of energy into looking at your eyes, switching off every other sense, feeling or emotion. When it is over with I will be drained and probably won’t remember a single thing that happened surrounding the whole encounter. I can lose days of memory and focus by forcing eye contact. I pay the best attention to anything or anyone when I am focussing on anything but that person or event. For instance, in group I doodle on my pad. I engage, I acknowledge what is going on and I even offer my own personal insights, but I can guarantee you that I have no idea what any of the other participants look like. I can engage you in conversation in one location but if I pass you in the streets I would not recognise you until you spoke. I’ve walked past my own family because of this. I will only recognise you if we are back in the location we engaged in. It takes a lot for me to acknowledge someone in a foreign environment.
Getting too close to other people, of getting very upset if someone touches or gets too close to you. – With all the negativity of covid, one positive thing did come out of it, social distancing. I can’t stand to be touched. No hugging, kissing, touching, shaking hands or any other form of greetings. Give me space and stay away from me. I hate being crowded, overshadowed, people standing too close, I can’t stand in queues, and I can’t sit too close to anyone else. Even being close to the Mrs is hard as I am not a touchy feelie person. I sit at the far end of the room and if I go out to cinemas or theatres, I book seats at the end of a row. When flying I have to sit in the window seat and prebook my seats so I am not sat next to anyone I don’t know. I don’t use hotel transports, instead I have to hire a car and drive myself, no matter what country I am in. If I am touched without my permission, there is a chance I will either lash out or pull as far away as possible.
Noticing small details, patterns, smells or sounds that others do not. – I have always been curious as to why I struggle with Hyper-vigilance and hyper-senses such as smell, touch and taste. Often putting these down to my childhood experiences, the fact I am a motorcyclist, with the latter being attributed to past sinus problems. It was only when I started to discuss this with others that it was pointed out how strange and rare my “abilities” are. I will watch a TV program with the Mrs and not be paying attention to what is going on because I am talking about stuff in the background. I will walk into a room and know what has moved about. Acknowledging the slightest changes or differences. Before I sit down I will know where every window and door are. Where every thing I might need access to is and what it will take for me to access it at any given time. I will over focus on slight inconsistences within wallpapers or floor tiles, even inconstancies within paperwork or slight typos will stick out to me, causing me to over focus on that. Ironically I make spelling and typo mistakes all the time, often due to me rushing my typing in order to get out what I want to say before I get distracted and have to go over it all again. But that’s another tangent I will cover at a later date. Smells, I can’t stand smells. I smell everything it it overloads me quickly. Too many smells in one place and I’m out of action for hours. I can’t go anywhere near shops like Lush and the last time a stealth sprayer in Selfridges (they don’t sell fridges) tried to spray me, she ended up mopping the whole shelf up. As for sounds, sounds have always affected me. I have presented many times to the Drs about me hearing noises that others don’t or things being loud around me. Drs refer me to the hearing clinic who tell me there is nothing wrong with my hearing and send me on my way. I am glad to finally have an answer for why sounds quickly overload me. More than one person talking to me throws me off and I ignore both. I can sometimes switch between them but that is tiring. Background noise is okay in the background but too loud or too many different noises, I have to block my ears and escape as quick as possible. Loop plugs have been a life changer for me recently.
Liking to plan things carefully before doing them. – As commented above, I go in all or nothing mode before doing most things. I’ll either do a random thing of buying something then researching it to the hills afterwards, or I will research and plan veraciously before doing something. The Mrs says I become obsessed easy, and will often complain as the 20th video of the same thing comes on on YouTube. An example of this is when I am booking a holiday. I am aware I am a nightmare to holiday with at the best of time, but the build up to a holiday must be agonising to others. I will go onto as many booking websites as possible to get the best idea of where to go. I will then watch copious amounts of YouTube videos on both the location and the hotels on offer. At the same time I will scan through the thousands of trip advisor and other website reviews of the hotels and surrounding establishments, compiling a list of pros and cons. I will ensure I am able to get a car with as little interaction as possible and I will research the company also. I will research up to date reviews of the airlines to see who is having the biggest issues and I will scan what flights are available in and out of the surrounding airports for the whole time we are there as well as the weeks surrounding. This is to see if there is chance of cancellations or delays. Finally I will book but only on an Onion Routed browser (TOR) with an active VPN (NORD VPN) to ensure cookies are not encouraging price hikes. Once booked I will research the plane allotted to us, choose the best seats for comfort & escape routes, ensuring we are not too close to the toilets and will be left alone as much as possible. I will know which model and tail number plane we are on far in advance, as well as the age and registered issues reported during it’s life. I will watch up to date videos on the airports at both sides, with as much guiding information as possible about security and places to hide away from everyone else. While all this is going on I will be watching the roads of the destination for repetitive traffic and accident hotspots as well as camera locations and no go locations. I will plan out the journeys to the airport and to the hotel from the arriving airport. My attention will also be placed upon looking for things to do while away as I am not a “sit at the pool and do nothing” kind of person. I will read all reviews on the attractions etc, as well as how far away from the hotel it will be and the journey there. I will watch as many YouTube videos as I can, ensuring I know what is at the location and where I park before we even set off. I will plan the best and quietist times to visit as much as possible. The biggest issue comes when something goes against the excessive planning. But that’s a story for another day.
So what’s the diagnoses?
Overall, I’m afraid to admit this without a formal diagnoses, but Neurodivergence does answer a lot of questions I have about my mental health state. Although I have only completed the pre assessment questionnaires for ADHD and ASD, there are far more clear definitive answers to my questions than I like to admit. So as we play the next waiting game for the official assessment, it’s time I tell myself that this one is true. Not surprisingly, whoever I discuss my possible diagnoses with seems to agree, with even close family members saying, “I know”, or “that explains a lot”. So currently as it stands my diagnoses are; Complex PTSD, Comorbid Depression & Anxiety, EUPD/BPD, with probable ADHD and ASD.
Having spent so long looking for answers while being fobbed off from one professional to another, I had almost given up. Expecting my life to end before the answers became relevant. After all gaps of 9 months plus between professionals only to be bounced on to the next one, you quickly lose any expectancy of help. To finally receive an answer to my issues that fits and makes sense is as amazing as the mental health team I am currently working with, and for that I will forever be grateful. It’s just a shame I had to go through what I did to get here.
Now I have answers, the next stage is treatment and coping mechanisms. While my current treatment path for EUPD/BPD is helping me to cope with and understand my emotions, I can’t help but hope that a formal diagnoses will allow for a return to structured employment in a field I want to work in.
Thank you if you have gotten this far, I know I can waffle on when typing. Hopefully if all goes to plan, future publications will cover all that is mentioned above.
Until then please take care of yourself.
Stevie
This publication has been months in the making having been written and re-written on many occasions. I am glad to be finally publishing it completed and I will try not to leave such long gaps in between posts from now on.
Originally posted via GoDaddy Blogs 5 May 2023. Copied like for like 21/03/2024
My work mate is always distracting me.
Whilst silence is quoted as being golden, my silence has been due to more murky reasons.
Coming out of the roughest winter I have experienced in many years, I finally managed to go through my many ignored emails. One email which stood out came from GoDaddy telling me I needed to update my bank card details or my web page will be removed. Having neglected my website, social media pages and others, I thought “sod it, let it end”. GoDaddy had other ideas and successfully took payment despite my registered card not being valid. I don’t know if there’s a legal or ethical response to this action however I’ve decided to accept it and try to rekindle my aspirations to talk about mental health and show that it is okay for males to talk about their problems. So what is going to change?
Previously I have free written posts and free talked on my videos…… to a point. Afraid of upsetting others, presenting a false impression, or causing conflict during what is a very volatile time for me, I omitted a lot of information and failed to upload half of the things I wanted to. Eventually this resulted in me losing the passion to talk about my experiences. Coupled with some bad times and life changing events, I did the usual thing I do on these occasions and buried my head in the sand.
Going forward, I will be returning to vlogging and blogging from a different angle. Drawing a line under past posts and videos, I will be going through all past videos and unpublished posts with a view to either post with updates or post snippets with explanation’s to why I didn’t post originally. I will also be going over old published vlogs and transcribing them for the benefit of the vlog, once again adding updates if needed. Finally I will be creating a collection of vlogs/blogs surrounding my last couple of years, the events which have impacted me the most, and the battles I have fought since the passion dwindled. The main feature of my intentions will however see a shift in format and style. So what will be different I hear non of you asking.
Once I am back up and running and find the right platform that works for me, I will be blogging daily. Formally I gave up trying to blog/vlog daily due to living a relatively boring life and not wanting to look silly talking into a camera, or be asked what I am doing every time I start tapping away on my phone/ tablet/computer. I will also be utilising social media more on positive information videos and images as well as general updates on events and excursions encountered. Using my almost acquired degree (whole new blog coming on this), I will try to include educational and studied content within my posts, but the posts will primarily be focused upon my experiences, my diagnoses and my life choices.
On top of the above mentioned, I am currently exploring podcast options and feature based creative videos. Once I pull my finger out, I will finally be completing my undergraduate degree in clinical psychology. To ensure I am able to complete my outstanding work and eventually return to a normal working life, I need structure. My hope is for the development, editing, and publishing of media materials will help maintain a structure, while fulfilling my desire to present an informed yet personalised account about living with mental health problems.
Finally, I live in a zoo. Not literally but almost. In my home we have 1 Vinaceous Amazon parrot, 2 lop eared rabbits, 5 cats, 1 musk turtle, (soon to be) 2 axolotls, and a vast amount of fish split over 6 tanks (aquariums) and 2 ponds. I will be posting more about my pets and the function they have within my home & for my mental health. Accompanied with some of my other hobbies such as vehicle restoration & modification, DIY & woodwork, and the undertaking of my fathers model railway hobby, I will be posting about the impact and vitality such hobbies have within my recovery.
As it took me three days to successfully write this post, I will need to up my game and return back to free typing/talking in order to successfully achieve my goal. That being said, keep your eyes out on my social media pages as I plan to play with available formats and options on each platform over the next few weeks to see what works, what doesn’t and what I am comfortable with using daily. I am also on the look out for a good versatile & eye-catching blog platform I can link into this site and most social media platform. I am now ready to deflect from the self-consciousness that has plagued me and promote my passion.
Thank you if you have got this far, hopefully you will be seeing more soon.
Stevie.
P.S, Keep an eye out on my social media sites for updates and content samples.