Reviews, notices, upcoming events

The Fringe event I was recently a part of has been very favourably reviewed here! Whee!

Bridges is not on this Friday as Mifsa will be closed due to the public holiday. More information here.

This Tuesday there is a free workshop I’ll be attending about Vicarious Traumatisation (this is the stress and distress that being exposed to other people’s stories and bad experiences can cause you).

Coming up later this month Cary and I will be giving a free talk about Managing Dissociation at Mifsa.

I’ve just discovered that the Voice Hearer’s Network is offering free support packs to individual voice hearers or larger packs for groups of voice hearers. I will be asking for a pack for Sound Minds, the group I help facilitate. If you hear voices and don’t have a group nearby, you can ask them for a resource pack here.

I have finally downloaded and installed the Adobe Creative Suite with In Design! Now that the Tafe holidays are here I am very excited about learning to use this software and starting to lay out my very first booklet for publication!! At last!

I am also entering the ninth month of this blog, and I am very pleased with well it has progressed. I have passed the 11,000 pageviews mark and have really enjoyed the discipline of writing a post every day. I have also written more than 60,000 words in mental health articles alone, which makes me feel a lot more confident about tackling postgraduate work, or writing a book. Don’t forget about the Blogging Workshop coming up, I’ll show you how to start your own blog and share some tips.

A couple of folks and myself are going to be interviewed by Peter Goers about this Blogging Workshop on ABC Radio Monday evening the 9th of April. I’m a little nervous because he seems a bit intimidating but I figure he’ll have to be nice to me or I’ll cry on his show. 🙂

Details for all these events are at What’s On!

Finished my Radio Adelaide course!

Hurrah! Today was incredibly long and packed and I didn’t get all that much sleep last night and the nightmares were pretty bad, and it took me forty minutes just to get my head together enough to get dressed this morning. Got pretty wobbly by about 5pm when I couldn’t find a park anywhere near the next event I was trying to get to… shortened the depressingly short list of people I have spoken to for more than 2 minutes BUT not yet cried in front of, dammit! Still haven’t managed to tackle my dishes or tidy or any of the things you try to do before inviting a bunch of folks round to your house, which is happening on Saturday… oh well. Spent most of the day with friends in one setting or another and had some great conversations and really good laughs.

This morning I drove to Radio Adelaide, then realised I’d left my paperwork back home, went back to get them, rushed through a multitrack edit of the interview I’d done, and finally finished all my assessment stuff for the Radio and Online Contributors Course! Hurrah! And I’ve finished the SmART homework and sent that in, my ceramics is finished except for my journal, and Tafe is almost on holidays…. the end is in sight!

Talks and interviews!

Busy-ness in all directions! I’m in a very good mood today. Things have been going pretty well lately, and this weekend I actually took a whole day off which is no end of good for my mental health. I had a few friends round for a campfire which was so relaxing. Charlie marred the evening slightly by going to the toilet right in front of where folks were sitting – and his digestive system is terrible! He’s one smelly little dog! Horror horror, guests moved round to the other side of the fire while I cleaned up and thanked my lucky stars I had disposable gloves and paper towels in the house.

Oooh oh, my peppercorn tree Gandalf doesn’t just have a resident possum, he has a family of possums! The other night I watched mum possum climb back up with a little furry baby clinging to her back. Awesome!

Whilst enjoying myself at the campfire evening the other night, I suddenly remembered that I’d agreed to be interviewed live on radio (over the phone) and dashed into the house hoping I hadn’t missed the phone ringing. I was going to be talking about the upcoming Blogging Workshop (see What’s On) so I quickly dug up all the details and wrote them down. Fortunately I hadn’t missed the phone and it rang a few minutes later. I’ve never done a live interview like this, it was quite nerve wracking. The interviewer was Peter, with Radio for the Print Handicapped (RPH), a local community radio. The phone also made it a little bit difficult to hear and near the end I simply couldn’t make out his question and answered what I thought he was asking which turned out to be completely wrong. 🙂 Ah well!

I’ve almost finished my Radio and Online Contributors Course at Radio Adelaide, which is partway towards a Cert III in Media. I’ve enjoyed it so much more than I expected (and I was expecting to enjoy it) and I’m looking forward to doing more training with them. As part of the course we had to record an interview, edit, multi-track, write a promo and all the bits of paperwork associated with a complete piece of radio, ready to be broadcast. We also had to put the interview online. I teamed up with another student, Gary and we each interviewed the other. We were given two possible topics to discuss, our earliest memories, or our carbon footprint. I chose earliest memories and Gary chose carbon footprint. I was slightly surprised by the earliest memory option, considering the rates of childhood trauma that must be a hot button topic for plenty of people! So I chose a few that didn’t reveal too much (my ‘mental health’ problems started in very early childhood) and you can listen to the result here. Gary has done a lovely job with the interview.

I’m going to be giving an hour long talk on Wednesday morning for a bunch of Tafe students, so I’m busy preparing. I’ve been asked to share my personal experience of mental illness and recovery journey. An hour is a darn long time to monopolise a room so I’m putting together a powerpoint of images and I’ll add in some poems. Hmmmmm I can probably use some of the poems I read for the Fringe event recently, they were about Recovery. It’s very very nice to be at the point where I can pull together existing work for some talks instead of taking the time to write or paint completely new material. Not that it happens very often, mostly I find that a new audience means I need to put things together differently, or in some cases my understanding of the topic has grown since I wrote the original powerpoint/notes and I want to update them or frame them in a way that’s easier to understand. Anyway, wish me luck! 🙂

Charlie’s getting better!

I am in a very good mood since I took my dog Charlie to the vet for another checkup. The results were finally good! His bad ear is completely clear on infection now that all 3 grass seeds have come out. His other ear has become slightly inflamed in the meantime, but nothing too severe we hope. This means once I’ve run out of ointment I can stop the twice daily ear cleans and go to drops in each ear (from separate bottles) only once a week! Boy is he going to be happy about that!

His skin infections have also completely cleared up. That means the two medicated baths a week isn’t needed anymore either! We step down to one a week, then one medicated bath a month. Considering the cold weather we’ve been having and that blow drying him takes about 3/4 hr, this is a wonderful thing. 🙂

He can stop the antibiotics, which will give his poor digestive system a chance to rebuild a bit. His eye ointment is currently sufficient, he tested negative for any more eye ulcers. He’s like a new dog, and distinctly more bouncy and happy. Now I’ll be able to go back to walking him instead of spending so much time each day sticking stuff in his ears and eyes!

I still need to sort out a better dog bed situation – when it rains a lot my shed and backyard flood, which makes life a bit difficult. Next fortnight will be the first in a long time where, hopefully, I won’t be seeing the vet! Very happy about this. The euthanasia option was creeping onto the table as he wasn’t improving, in chronic pain, and my finances took a severe beating. Now it’s off again and we can limp on a bit longer. Nothing makes your day quite like discovering you don’t have to put down your dog!

Here he is, looking all woolly in his long winter coat and fresh from a bath this morning:

Charlie says hi. 🙂

Paper has been published!

The TheMHS (The Mental Health Services – a national annual conference in Australia) Book of Proceedings is now published! Cary and myself wrote a paper for this after presenting at the conference in 2011. We only found out about the opportunity to write a paper about four days before it was due, so it was a pretty frantic effort. Cary is an early morning sort of person and I’m an late night sort of person so we worked on it in shifts over a weekend and submitted all 3,000 words of it by 5pm the day it was due… the next morning I got up and anguished over all the errors we hadn’t polished out yet. It’s called Grounding as management of dissociative experiences.

Nevertheless, it was published, and in the Recommended Reading section too! You can read the contents page here. Unfortunately the publication costs $50 to purchase, but as it’s my first published paper I think I’ll try to scrape it together from somewhere and put it on my shelf. Charlie continues to improve ear-wise, although his digestive health is at an all time low – probably due to the high doses of antibiotics he’s on. Hopefully the vet checkup this Thursday will give him a clean bill of health and I can take him off them and the twice daily ear cleans and the twice weekly medicated baths… all of which would give me a little more money to spend on frivolities like the Book of Proceedings. Wouldn’t it be nice if you got a free copy as an author of the paper?

In other exciting news, I am in the complicated process of downloading/purchasing the Adobe Creative Suite 5.5 with In Design – this is the software I will learn to use so I can lay out my booklets for printing. It’s supposed to be a fairly simple process, download the download manager, that sorts out downloading the trial version of the software you want to test. Then just pay for the set you want which activates the trial already loaded onto your computer. A friend has kindly donated the cost for the student version which is fortunately much cheaper than the full price adobe asks, but still too much for my budget to manage.

Yes, well, four days of wrestling with the adobe download manager later, following the instructions in the many online forums full of deeply frustrated people, uninstalling and reinstalling the stupid thing and still not getting anywhere… someone else has downloaded it for me onto their machine, and now we are going to try and transfer it across to mine and see if that works. Pretty please! It’s hard to be patient about this kind of thing, but my frustration is tempered by the knowledge that I really don’t have time to learn how to use it this week anyway. But soon! soon…

Introducing DID Brochure and unplanned rant

I have been busy again today over at Dissociation Link, working on making the pages more informative and easier to read. The Resources page there is in much better shape now and frankly kind of puts my own to shame! (update; not anymore!) I’ve also uploaded another free trifold brochure called Introducing DID.The longer I’ve been involved in mental health, the less interested in the ‘top level’ diagnosis I’ve become. I’m more interested in what we can safely diagnose about ourselves – we know if we hear voices, feel anxious, have nightmares, or suffer compulsions. We might not know the clinical terms or why or what to do about it, but we can self-identify this stuff and go looking for supports. (not that it’s always this simple – took a long time to work out what was going on for me) What’s more, if we don’t get so hung up on the diagnosis, we can share resources and information a lot more easily. Otherwise, people with the schizophrenia label don’t get to benefit from what folks with the eating disorder labels are learning about stress management and relationship developments, for example. Not to mention that the way disorders are classified is often pretty arbitrary; they are syndromes, collections of symptoms and experiences that seem to cluster for many people. For a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder, 5 of 9 possible symptoms must be present. That actually means that 2 people with the same diagnosis of BPD may only share a single symptom in common. The definitions of the eating disorders have become so narrow that most people with an eating disorder do not fit into any of the categories but are instead given the pretty meaningless diagnosis of an Eating Disorder not otherwise specified.

The diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) requires high levels of dissociation in two areas, identity and memory. People who only have high levels of dissociation in the area of memory get the diagnosis of Dissociative Amnesia instead, but people who experience high levels of dissociation in identity only get stuck with the Dissociative Disorder not otherwise specified label. Why? Multiples who start out DID but go on to develop more co-consciousness would actually have to transition label over to DDnos. In practice this doesn’t happen because the label DID has come to be synonymous with the concept of multiplicity, and the whole point of labels is to communicate a shorthand about what the person is experiencing. As a result, a lot of what we think we know about multiplicity, we know only from the extreme end of the spectrum, from people who exhibit high levels of dissociation in two specific areas. This does not capture or reflect the experience of many people who experience multiplicity with lower levels of amnesia or in a less extreme way. 

This rather resembles the development of knowledge about schizophrenia – originally our entire understanding of the condition was based on the observation of people in psychiatric institutions. Now a much broader picture is emerging – it turns out that many people exhibit only mild symptoms. It turns out that some symptoms, once considered to be sufficient for a diagnosis of the whole bundle of experiences and deficits that make up the schizophrenia label don’t actually go hand in hand with everything else thought to be part and parcel of the condition. For example, there are many voice hearers who meet no other criteria for a diagnosis of schizophrenia. Voice hearing turns out to be common, and not necessarily associated with any of the other symptoms of schizophrenia. 

Schizophrenia as a diagnosis is being enthusiastically questioned all over the world, not least because people seem to do better without the concept of having a life long illness. Capturing experiences like withdrawal and lack of motivation and calling them part of a disorder such as schizophrenia can mean that when someone experiences them they are ascribed to the condition instead of people considering whether they might be the result of loneliness, misery, fear, and grief. 

It is true that certain experiences do seem to go together, that you often find clusters of experiences. It is also true that most of us exhibit a slightly unique cluster, and diagnostic labels cannot possibly capture this. Many of us don’t experience a symptom or two from our own diagnosis, and many of us experience a symptom or two from a different diagnosis, that often goes unrecognised and unsupported. Or, even more depressingly, our cluster gets us several diagnoses and we become badged as complex cases and often feel deeply discouraged about our chances of recovery. Additionally, our unique cluster changes over time, due to growth, stress, better coping, processing, new experiences; or even day to day depending on how tired, stimulated, distracted, nourished, or content we are. This is normal! 

Folks with DID often feel this stress about many diagnoses, because the condition so commonly co-exists with other disorders such as BPD, Posttraumatic Stress Disorder and other Anxiety disorders, Attachment Disorder, Eating Disorders, and so on. It’s common for people with DID to have difficulties with things like self-loathing, chronic suicidal feelings, shame and relationship difficulties, because these are common struggles for people traumatised in childhood, and most (not all) people with DID have been traumatised in childhood. 

All of these experiences occur on spectrums, ranging from ‘normal’ human experiences to those are that quite extreme or disabling or depressing. Many of our diagnoses fail to capture this also precisely because they are giving a label to a condition at the extreme, disabling end of the spectrum, This is often for practical reasons such as ensuring that very disadvantaged people are able to access health care. There are many other problems created by this approach, not least of which is that we lose our spectrum and gain discrete categories instead. You are, or you are not. You have it, or you don’t. Part of what this does is scares the living daylights out of the folks who suddenly find themselves sharing diagnostic categories with people who are profoundly disabled by a severe form of the condition. Someone who experiences comparatively mild stress induced psychosis watches someone else with chronic psychosis and fears they are looking into their own future. The broader culture doesn’t even have the concept of mild psychosis.

The doctors often try to communicate this idea by using the term ‘pseudo-hallucinations’, the hallucinations you have when you’re not really having hallucinations. There’s no evidence to suggest that the mechanisms involved in ‘real’ and ‘pseudo’ hallucinations are any different, merely that in one the ability to reality check remains reasonably intact, while in the other the person loses this capacity and becomes delusional. Once again, these are not discrete categories, there is clearly a continuum between being able to recognise certain stimuli as hallucinatory and losing that capacity. Obviously, under the wrong circumstances it is easy to conceive of someone becoming overwhelmed and pseudo-hallucinations developing into the consuming, delusional kind. 

In the diagnostic categories where severity is the marker of getting the diagnosis, such as Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, we cut off a whole lot of folks who struggle with these issues in a less severe form. (assuming for a minute that people are only given accurate diagnoses which is a pretty ridiculous premise in itself, I realise) All those with moderate struggles around flashbacks, avoidance, and chronic fear have to fend for themselves, and the opportunity for these two groups to meet and share and learn from each other is very rarely offered. This approach cuts off those who are deeply struggling, from those who share the experience but are not as overwhelmed by it. This kind of peer support is incredibly powerful. 

So, I have a brochure called Introducing DID, because that is the kind of thing people are putting into search engines and the language our health professionals are familiar with. But I am frustrated at all the people living in the shadows of this diagnosis, not quite fitting for one reason or another. I am also repulsed by articles and books that talk about ‘pure’ DID, the ‘gold standard’ of DID, and the continual emphasis in written material that DID is the most severe form of the dissociative disorders. If one person is a ‘pure’ DID and someone else doesn’t quite fit the diagnosis, what does that make them? An impure DID? Half-caste? Mudblood? How the heck can a disorder even have a gold standard? And what do we even mean by using the word severe about DID? Do we mean that people with severe dissociation in other areas of their lives aren’t as disabled by it? That they don’t suffer as much? Do we mean that it’s harder to resolve? Where’s the evidence for these ideas? Why is everyone else in the dissociative diagnostic box left feeling as though their struggles and difficulties don’t count? There are people with significant dissociation in identity who are profoundly incapacitated and in chronic pain. There are others who are not even aware of their multiplicity and function in a healthy and unobtrusive way. There are people who experience the most distressing, abusive and overwhelming voices. There are people who’s voices are comforting, amusing, and restorative. I’m not all that interested in DID, I’m interested in dissociation in all it’s forms including multiplicity.

We need to hear more of these stories. We need to recapture our shades of light and dark, the depth and complexity of these experiences. We need to be able to trace our spectrums all the way along their length and link together all those who have so much to offer each other. We need to work on finding all the common ground instead of working on dividing our experiences and our pain into smaller and smaller categories, more compartmentalised and disconnected from each other. We need to speak about experiences and suffering in ways that don’t take away a voice and a sense of legitimacy from those who don’t quite fit the labels we’ve created.

This was going to be brief post, back when I started! Oh well. Apparently I had things to get off my chest. Soapbox packed away, on with my day! The last performance of Cracking Up went well tonight, I got to meet some new people and was given lovely compliments about my work, which I have tucked away in the hope that later I will be able to take them in. I have progressed over the three nights from feeling profoundly humiliated by my work to somewhat indifferent, to occasional small bursts of pride. So hooray for me. 🙂 I have also washed the dog, hung the laundry, eaten three meals, and done a lot more work on Dissociation Link, and that I AM feeling pretty proud of myself about. Hope you had a good weekend too.

Managing Dissociation Brochure

I’ve made some more progress on the site over at Dissociation Link, which is cheering me up no end. There’s now a link to a reworked version of the tri-fold brochure some of you may already be familiar with, called Managing Dissociation. I’ve been able to add in a little bit more information and suggestions, and a friend has kindly proof read it for me, which is awesome because I’m not so good at that!

It’s frankly ridiculous to attempt to justice to such a huge topic in a brochure, even if it does has two sides and small font! But, as I keep reminding myself – firstly, everyone has to start somewhere when learning about this stuff, there’s a huge need for simple, useful information. Secondly, most of us with these experiences get really tired of having to educate people about them all the time, so hopefully some of the usefulness of free resources like this brochure is to be able to print it up and take it along to your doctor, counsellor, partner… whoever, and save yourself one more ‘So what is dissociation anyway?’ conversation.

That’s the theory, anyway! You can check it out for yourself here.

The new, more comprehensive Bridges flyer is also uploaded and linked in everywhere I could find the old link. I’ve tried to answer the kinds of questions people tend to ask me when calling to inquire about it.

Apart from that, the Fringe performance I’m in went well tonight, which was great. We culled a few acts and tightened our performances to make sure we finished on time and it all went well. Nice to be part of theatre again, even if only in a small way with a few poems. 🙂

Cracking Up at the Fringe

The rehearsal tonight went well, which is great. I’ll be reading a small selection of poems about my recovery journey, as the theme for the night is hearing about aspects of mental health we’re not often exposed to. I’ve also painted a very basic ink painting for each poem as all the performances in the Chronicles of Cracking Up have images on a screen to go with them. I only just found out about that so I was busy this morning! Here’s one of them, to go with a poem called Here in my house on a hill by the sea:

I’ve been very busy lately with so many projects on the go and a lot of study to get done. I would like to have written completely new material for this event, but many of the poems haven’t been heard before and certainly the collection has never been put together in this way. I’m a little bit overloaded and have spent half my day crying on the kind shoulders of various people, so I think being able to make it to the performances at all is a pretty good effort. I was very happy with the warm reception my reading was given by the other performers, so I’m feeling more confident about Friday night.

Please feel welcome to come along, you do need a ticket at a cost of $10, all the details are on the What’s On page as usual. 🙂

New dates for your diary

I’ve been updating my What’s On page, there’s some events coming up soon you may want to get along to. This Friday, Sat, and Sunday I’ll be reading poetry on the theme of Recovery and Mental Illness as part of the Chronicles of Cracking Up. Tickets are $10 for an evening of skits, digital stories, comedy and more.

In April I’ll be giving a couple of free talks, one is a workshop about blogging as part of a group at the Writers Centre. The second is a Forum at Mifsa with Cary, we’ll be talking about different strategies for managing dissociation. This will be drawn from the talk we gave at TheMHS last year, but with a lot more detail as we have more time in this setting. It will be suitable for people who are new to the idea of dissociation but in depth enough to be useful to those familiar with working or living with these experiences. That’s the hope anyway!

In other news – I’ve found two manky grass seeds on my floor which I’m pretty sure have worked their way out of poor Charlie’s ear and have been doing happy dances ever since! The poor little guy may actually start to get better now! Fingers, toes, and intestines all crossed. 🙂 

Sarsaparilla

I’m up to my eyeballs in paperwork for the moment, sorry! Have a picture of a cat. 🙂 This is my cat Sarsaparilla,  who has been cleaning up the cobwebs in my garden shed with his face.

Charlie is still limping on, his ear is still really red but seems to be slightly less swollen than it has been. The vet bills are decimating my grocery allowance so I’ve become the worlds greatest mooch, nomming free food whenever I come across it. I’m caught in a loop whereby surely the next intervention will restore some base line of health and my finances will become manageable again… and if I was going to pull out, why do it now and not  $600 ago? Some hard calls are going to have to be made soon if things don’t improve.

But in the meantime I’m not thinking about it, I’m doing homework and cleaning and sorting boxes and other deeply exciting things that make me leap out of bed in the morning, bursting with excitement and joy de vivre. Hard rubbish collections have been fruitful lately, I now have a toaster! And a washing basket! And a pair of two seater couches were left on the verge nearby, so yesterday’s goal list was suddenly changed to ’empty out and sort through boxes in van, collect couches, repack boxes into van’. Feeling rather pleased with myself. They’ve clearly been left out in the rain at one stage because they smell lovely and clean despite being full of hand rolled tobacco odds and ends. The great circle of life continues….

Stress and more stress

This was a difficult day for various reasons, starting off with a trip to the vet for my little dog Charlie. It seems it’s a bit of a case of one step forward, one step back. His ear infection (the antibiotic resistant bacterial one) is slightly improved but by no means better. She was able to get a scope in there to look for the first time, as far as she can see his eardrum is still intact. She also saw at least one foreign body, possibly more. With  myself and a vet nurse holding him as steady as possible, she gently reached in with forceps and took out a grass seed. The poor little guy has had that in his ear at least since I got him in December, and possibly for a lot longer. It must have been incredibly painful. 😦 There may be another one in there but one was all he handle today.

Between the antibiotics and incontinence (about which nothing can be done except to keep him as clean as possible) he now has skin infections too, yeast and bacterial. That means medicated shampoo and extra baths every week. The vet checked his eyes, they are badly scarred but the current regime of eye drops is sufficient for the moment to keep them moist and prevent them ulcerating again. She also shaved any fur in areas that is often wet because this is inflaming the skin and leading to infections. He’s an odd looking little sheep at the moment.

So, I’m a little bit crushed that we haven’t made much forward progress and the vet bills are still far too expensive for me to easily manage. He has to go back in a fortnight to see if there is anything more in his ear, in the meantime I’ll flush it clean twice a day and add the medicated lotion. She was also talking about expensive diets which could push this whole situation into completely unmanageable. Ditto if he needs meds for his heart at some point, I just can’t sustain it. So I’m feeling flat about that.

There’s also quite a lot of stress going on with my neighbours at the moment, I need to padlock my mail box as things are going missing, and I’ve been told that my unit was once doused with kerosene and set on fire when someone local took a dislike to the last lady living here.

So I turned up and cried in Sound Minds today. (the Voice Hearer group I help facilitate) They’re such a good bunch. They looked after me. How ridiculous that the usual response from people when I say “I work in mental health” is something along the lines of “wow, isn’t that difficult, those people are nuts!” leaving me with the awkward – or slightly nasty, depending on my mood, response of letting them know I am one of ‘those people’. So, people were nice to me, I’m feel very tired about it all but I’ll figure something out.

I have at least been able to solve the problem of how to get the tablets into Charlie. Now, I sandwich them onto a milk arrowroot biscuit with a little bit of crunchy peanut butter, and he scoffs the whole lot down without ever noticing them. Phew!

Ceramics

I have been really enjoying my ceramics class. There is something very magic about the process, starting with a bag of clay and ending up with an amazing object of some kind. I love the feel of fresh clean clay, The feel of glazed fired earthenware in my hands. I find them very precious these little things, even simple little dishes made by people I’ve never met, there’s a kind of touch left in the clay that I feel, something human in how lovely and hard wearing and practical and fragile they are.

Last week I had my access plan to take in. This is the Tafe disability support process, how it works is you go in to see a counsellor or support services person, and talk to them about what you have and what support you need. You get paperwork filled out by your GP verifying everything, and you and the counsellor work up an access plan together. The plan doesn’t say what your condition is, it only says what supports or accommodations you may need. For instance in my case it mentions that my hands and wrists fatigue and I will need to rest them during long studio sessions. (among other things)

I wanted to hand the form over to my ceramics tutor today so that he would be aware that sometimes I may need breaks etc. As I walked down the stairs to the ceramics class, I passed a couple of Tafe staff talking to each other. I was trying not to listen in but they weren’t being particularly quiet. They were talking about someone else at Tafe, one of them said to the other “He’s gone nuts!” and the other replied “Yes, didn’t he say last year he has a mental illness?” I kept walking, head down.

It was really hard to pull out my access form and hand it over.

On the train home from the Voices Vic conference in Melbourne, I went up to the little cafe to buy a drink and the staff member there commented about how tired I looked. I mentioned I’d been at a conference and not had much sleep that week. When he asked what the conference was about I said Mental Health, and then added voice hearing. He went a little pale and pulled back, and I remembered that back in the rest of the world, this is scary and dangerous and not something people talk about. He was very courteous and we talked a little longer. I explained that many people hear voices that aren’t distressing or dangerous, and that one of the aims of the conference was to try and learn from them what can be done to support those who hear voices that are awful. Working in mental health is like constantly crossing cultural borders sometimes, between very different worlds where what is normal in one is taboo in another.

This week I am hoping to fire my little creations and then I will take photos to show you. We have been learning some basic clay work techniques called hand building, that is just working with our hands, not using a wheel. We had to make some small objects of our own choosing, I have made two pitted stone fruit halves and a fat luscious pomegranate. I bring along a hand cream because the clay draws all the moisture from your skin and I get eczema quickly under those circumstances, so ceramics class is becoming forever linked to the smell of rose hand cream for me. Sitting down there in the basement watching the rain on the pavement up in the high windows is very special. The studios are so beautiful and so well laid out, I always feel at peace in them. It’s so important for me to spend time being an artist and not let the peer work take over everything.  My own studio is not set up properly yet, just a start. The whole unit is in limbo a bit, I’m having a lot of trouble convincing myself that I’ll be able to stay living here. Things have been transient for a long time. It’s hard to move in properly when you think you’ll be leaving again shortly anyway. It’s taking time, taking time.

I’ve been sick, quite suddenly. After a couple of days resting I don’t think it’s physical exhaustion, the timing is wrong. My head is busy and my heart is busy with a lot of processing. Sometimes it’s hard with me to work out if the problem is more physical or psychological, and often a bit of both are going on. I feel full, I haven’t been able to digest the conference or the funding training and opportunities or the situation with Charlie and my neighbours or getting a home of my own. I keep going out the back door and being surprised to find a yard there, it’s bigger than I remembered and there’s a tree and a lawn. It’s all a bit surreal.

I was ill all morning, the TMJ flared and my pain level was high but I was out of painkillers and money. The joint pain was bad, I get a lot of inflammation in the tendons in my feet and my heels become really painful to walk on. My stomach has been upset for a couple of days now. I had to drag myself off to Radio Adelaide to do some homework due Monday night, it took a couple of hours which was a lot longer than I’d expected. Mostly it was because I was using Adobe Audition (on their computers) for the first time and the manual didn’t have any instructions. I kept having to look up help online to work out how to perform basic functions. I got there in the end, I have my first interview recorded and edited. I pulled it from 7 minutes down to 5 and removed a lot of ‘ummm’s from my interviewee. I’m proud of that effort and I managed not to throw up on the computer either. 🙂 Monday is a long day but I have all Tuesday off, just some homework to do and friends to catch up with, which I’m looking forward to. One foot in front of the other.

See my first ceramics creations here.

Articles!

I’ve spent a little bit of time recently catching up with old articles I’ve written and uploading them in PDF format on my Articles page. Some folks like to print them out to share, and in any case having all of the articles together makes it easier for people who find searching the archives time consuming and frustrating. I’m usually a few articles behind at any one time because writing, editing and posting to the blog is time consuming enough every day without adding in the extra steps for the PDF. Usually every couple of weeks I set aside some time to go back and catch up.

I was pretty amazed to see that since I started this blog in August I have written 46 articles so far, at a total of over 60,000 words! That’s not including the rest of this blog, just the articles. Wow!

A few people have encouraged me to write a book about dissociation and I’d been thinking that if I took some of the articles as the starting point for various chapters and elaborated a bit more I’d probably be able to put together a book about managing dissociation pretty quickly. Now I’m starting to think that if I keep this up I’ll have to prune and edit instead!

As I’m currently swamped with study this isn’t a project I can put a lot of energy into right now. Second semester or next year, possibly. But I am mulling it all over and thinking about structure and format and pictures and how clinical or personal it should be and who the primary audience is.

What I am going to be working on soon however, is getting some booklets published. I’ve delivered a number of talks with complimentary artworks over the past couple of years and I frequently get requests for the talks in a booklet format that can easily be shared. I’ve been so keen to do this and feeling very frustrated that it’s taken a lot longer than I’d hoped to get it happening, mostly because of my mad schedule, partly because I’m broke. The first one is going to be the most difficult because I’ve never used the software you lay it out on before and I expect it to have a steep learning curve. Hopefully after that it will be easier to put together, and if I create them as a series then a lot of the formatting can be used from one to the next which will help to cut down on my workload and speed things up a little.

In the meantime, I’m concentrating on actually making time to recharge. I’m finding this a huge challenge which means things have become quite unbalanced. It’s hard to slow down! But I need to or I’ll fall apart. Even if it means some thing take longer or don’t get done. I’ve made up a big pot of chicken noodle soup for the week, washed a load of laundry, given Charlie a bath, had a bath myself, caught up with a couple of friends, done a rehearsal for the upcoming Fringe event, played some computer games, and listened to new music on youtube. Plans for some camping in a couple of months, starting to think about going away for my birthday somewhere. Rereading a favourite Alistair MacLean book, trying to work out how I’m going to actually start feeling like I live here and this is my home, house smells of garlic and thyme, bathroom’s been cleaned, rain keeps falling. Pretty awesome weekend.

News and events

Righto, there are things coming up you should know about! Firstly, I’m going to be performing as part of the Fringe this year, in the Cracking Up Comedy team. I can’t tell you what I’ll be doing exactly because I haven’t written it yet! It will almost certainly involve poetry. It will be good, because I don’t go through the stress of getting on stage to perform something I don’t think is good. Come along! Details on What’s On. You can see a pic of me on the flyer on the main page of the Mental Health Coalition of SA. (just scroll down)

Also, I have heard recently about a retreat for people who have experienced childhood trauma or abuse. It will be in April at Swan Hill in Victoria. There is a cost involved but it’s pretty minimal for the time you’re there being fed and housed. I can’t personally vouch for this, I have never been on it, and I don’t personally know the people running it. I have heard some positive things second hand, and also been assured that at least one of the support people there is familiar with dissociation and DID, so please do some research if you think this might be useful for you. All the details on What’s On.

I have a poem in an exhibition in Broken Hill called Plastic Lives, written for an artwork that will be displayed in the gallery there. The opening is Friday 9th March with a poetry reading on Sat 10th I’d like to be able to get to. If you’d like any details, email me.

In other news, my TMJ pain has settled considerably since I got my night guard from the dentist. This week I’m trialling going off the new meds to see if I can do without them now. As they dry my mouth out (sounds innocuous, but it’s not – causes me severe dental decay) I’d prefer to do without them.

Charlie is…. still in a difficult spot. His ears are dreadful and the new meds haven’t yet done any magic. They are also very expensive, the new regime costs me $80 per 12 days and I’ve been told I may need to keep this up for 3 months. I’m not yet thinking about how I’m going to be able to keep that up. He has stopped howling at night which is a huge blessing, but I can hear him start up as I drive off, so I’m still very concerned about that. I have some sedating pain relief for him which I’m hoping will help. His new meds don’t taste very good as I found out the hard way the other night. Usually I can crush pills, mix them with yoghurt and he’ll gobble them. Not this time!! I had to spoon every last drop into him as he fussed and bubbled and sprayed me and the kitchen with gritty yoghurt. I had to change and mop afterwards!

We’ll get there somehow. Vet checkup next week to see how his ears and eyes are doing. I’m thinking of writing an open letter to my neighbours to let them know what’s going on.

The Voices Vic Conference 3

The Voices Vic Conference sweeps us from on speaker to the next, feeds us in crowded spaces, moves us quickly through different messages, personalities, styles of delivery, personal perspectives. I’m swept along with it, soaking up amazing different ideas, putting it all on mental record and knowing I’ll need a week to sift through it all and digest it. Home life with all its complexity doesn’t stop while I’m away and it’s often a challenge to stay focused. I end up missing a couple of talks I was hoping to attend while I pull myself together.

I get a call from my co-facilitator of Bridges, who’s been unwell and off work all week. Our third facilitator Cary is injured and unable to attend it. What can we do? I do not have contact details for everyone, and those I do have are in a secure location I cannot access at the conference. There is also the chance that a new person will turn up any time. I name a few people who are familiar with dissociation who may be able to sit in and hold the space, to apologise to those who turn up and offer a social catch up rather than have reception turn people away. I call back at the end of the day to see how things went but can’t get hold of anyone. I feel guilty and anxious. I go back to the conference.

I get a call from the vet to say that at his checkup my little sick dog Charlieis not improved. His ear infection has not been at all reduced by the medication and they are concerned it is very serious. They want to run expensive tests to culture the bacteria and work out what is going on. I accept. Then she tells me that his eyes, while improved and no longer ulcerated, are permanently dry. In fact, apparently this is a common genetic trait in a dog of his breed. It is the cause of his blindness. My poor little dog has scratched his dry itchy eyes to the point where he is totally blind due to the scarring on his eyes. A $12 bottle of eye drops could have saved his sight. None of the previous vets I’ve taken him to have caught this or mentioned anything like this. I am furious. I cry. I feel terribly guilty. My hands shake. I go back to the conference.

I get a call from family to say my neighbours have called them because Charlie is in my backyard howling and howling and upsetting everyone. He is getting two visits a day for meals and meds and a walk but as soon as he is left alone and he howls and they cannot quiet him. Day and night he howls. I am horrified. He is incredibly difficult to care for and the howling which was only an occasional problem is becoming steadily worse. I arrange for him to be collected and stay with someone else while I’m away. They inform me he howls at their place too, wakes at 4am and howls to himself. I have already sent my cat Loki away to try and keep him and my neighbours happy. I’m afraid of losing my dog. I go back to the conference.

I get a call from the vet with the culture results. The bacteria found are the worst possible result. It is a highly antibiotic resistant strain, and is completely unaffected by any of the many antibiotics Charlie has been on over the years. It is also known to cause ulceration in the ear and to damage the inner workings of the year when untreated, perforating the ear drum and destroying the delicate inner mechanisms. If this has happened he will also likely become deaf and have balance problems. I am to start him on an expensive course of antibiotics immediately; they may take up to three months to have an effect. He will also need eye drops three times a day and ear baths twice a day, along with the baths three times weekly to keep his coat clean and ensure the incontinence issues don’t cause flystrike problems. He needs another vet check-up in a fortnight. I mention the howling. I am told by the vet there are three likely causes: he is deaf and can’t hear himself. In this case I am in serious trouble and it is unlikely we will be able to stop him. Possibly he is going senile and getting confused and separation anxiety. There is a medication that boosts blood to the brain that may help. Taking him off the restricted food diet he’s been on to reduce the strain of extra weight on his heart and arthritis is risky but it’s possible leaving low fat high quality dog food out for him all the time would be comforting and reduce his distress. The other possibility she thought might be making him howl is he’s in pain. He’s certainly in some level of pain with all the conditions although the vets have felt it’s not severe. It’s possible a painkiller twice a day with a mildly sedating effect will reduce the howling.

It may be that’s he’s lonely. He had a permanent dog friend until she passed away last year. The vet was concerned that efforts to get him another friend may not work considering his sensory losses and total disinterest in all other animals including other dogs when we’re out walking. My council also only allows for one dog in a backyard of my size – irrespective of the size of the dog.

I feel totally overwhelmed at the effort of caring of Charlie and trying to keep my relationship with my neighbours good. I cry for a bit and go back to the conference.

I get a call from Housing SA to tell me one of my neighbours has complained about Charlie. I explain that I’d heard yesterday and removed him from my place straight away, and won’t be leaving him there again when I’m away. The Housing SA officer sounds satisfied and happy with my actions. I wonder if my neighbours will be. My hands are shaking. I remind myself that I am an expert at compartmentalising things. I remind myself that I do not have to prove anything and there is nothing further I can do about any of these things at the moment. I mentally put them all in a box and put it in a dark room and go back to the conference.

Life is complicated.

Recovery approach to Risk Workshop

Tuesday, I was fortunate enough to be given a free spot (as a broke, voluntary peer worker) in Mary O’Hagan‘s workshop at the MHCSA. Ah! So wonderful! Inspiring me that I’m on an important path with my passion for Peer Work, and challenging me to take my thinking even further. She conceptualized a much broader perspective of risk than we usually see in Mental Health Services – not just that people are at risk perhaps of self harm or suicide, but also at risk of hopelessness, disempowerment, loneliness… subtle but powerful risks we all face. She also encouraged us to examine the risks of a risk adverse approach to life, what that costs us and the constricted lives we lead when we become afraid of risks and thus unable to grow.

I was so excited I felt like Hermione wanting to leap out of her seat with her hand in the air at every question! Some of the practical tools about how to engage risk and engage at risk people without just giving up on them or taking control away from them were really fantastic. I wish we had had another couple of days to explore these concepts in more depth because the paradigm shift is quite profound. At one point my table was given an exercise, described a woman in a really difficult catch 22 situation and asked how we would intervene. The scenario is that the woman was hoarding ‘junk’ which was a serious immediate fire risk (eg papers stashed over the pilot light on the gas stove), a health hazard with degrading and composting items, causing serious trouble with her neighbours due to the smell, and going to get her evicted very shortly. She was completely against having anything removed or even moved around to safer places within the apartment and continuing to add to the hoard on a regular basis.

At first I just felt hopeless, I know that the situation is desperately urgent and the woman is at risk of losing her hoard and becoming homeless which may very well set off a profound mental health crisis. The need for urgent change combined with what sounded to me like an extremely high need for control over her environment are such an impossible conflict. My first thoughts were of removing her from the house to hospital or another place and fixing and cleaning it for her. The pointless and desperate power play we would be caught in at that point would almost certainly end with the woman self destructing in some way.

Then we started to think more creatively about it and break it down into different areas. Some issues – like the fire hazard, were urgent and non negotiable. Clear, immediate change was needed. But even there we didn’t have to do the obvious and force her to clear the stove. Someone in the group suggested turning off the pilot light or temporarily disconnecting the gas to her apartment. That’s one urgent problem solved without dominating her. The next step I felt was to get her some support for whatever was driving the behaviour – anxiety, grief, trauma issues, OCD… if we made the issue the behaviour we were pretty doomed, if we could get help for what was driving the behaviour maybe we could settle it down. The high need for control always sparks concerns for me about possible trauma history – and at that point I’m looking for ways to help meet that need, exaggerated though it may be, rather than trample it.

I felt that a peer relationship would be crucial, I suggested calling around the peer networks to see if we could find someone who had themselves had trouble with hoarding and was doing better to call in and befriend this woman. Many people who struggle with behaviours like this are deeply ashamed, isolated, and confused by their own behaviour. Having the experience normalised, having someone else around who ‘gets it’ and can also incidentally, probably offer some great suggestions to us as the workers, can make all the difference in the world.

We also suggested that framing any change or intervention should be done not through the lens of our perception of the needs and risks (her relationship with her neighbours is going to collapse, she is going to become homeless, she is at risk of a breakdown of some kind), but within the framework of her goals and what is important to her – so instead of talking about keeping her house we would be talking about helping her keep her belongings (which of course she would lose with her house). That is currently her goal and focus – it may change over time, but at the moment that is what is important to her.

Suddenly we had an approach that was not controlling or coercive, that took the situation seriously and managed the high immediate risks, and that had a change of success. I was really excited about this! We were also asked what the risk to her might be resulting from our intervention. I felt that the biggest risk of this approach might be that working around her high need for control may inadvertently re-enforce the need and make the behaviour worse. I don’t think there would be a very high chance of that, generally I’ve found that people with exaggerated needs of some kind get a great deal of relief when they are accommodated and learn how to meet those needs while living in a less than ideal world – there’s a lot of negotiation and creative problem solving involved in that! There can be such a huge relief in being allowed to have a struggle or challenge of some kind instead of just being under constant pressure to get over it and have it sorted out. But people do react differently to things and I felt if what she needed was reassurance, was someone to come in and help her contain her behaviour, then treating her as if her anxiety were legitimate or her compulsion reasonable may possible amplify it.

I am so excited by these ideas around the opportunities that risks present us, around the understanding that freedom, dignity, and reciprocal relationships are foundations of mental health and if we want to support people’s recovery we have to find better ways of building these into our services! My experience as a ‘consumer’ has frequently been that dignity is the price at the door for any support or assistance you get. Freedom and equal, mutual relationships are also pretty rare finds and very precious when you do find them in mental health services. I am more committed to Peer Work than ever.

I had a very busy, exciting and inspiring day! I had some wonderful conversations with people, there’s the possibility of a few opportunities opening up – like perhaps a chance to give a talk with Tafe. I also rabbited about the Dissociative Initiative and talked to Mary about our groups Bridges and Sound Minds – she’s interested in the framework we’re using as she’s involved in trying to set up some peer groups back in New Zealand. Goodness gracious, how strange the world is when the movers and shakers of the mental health world want my opinion about something!!

I also have very exciting art news – I’m going to be in the Fringe!! The Cracking Up comedy show needed another person and I’ve been invited on board. I’m so excited! I get a badge! I get passes to events! I get something great on my art resume! I get some training! I get to perform with some really awesome people!

I’ve flown to Melbourne safely and landed, all is well except for the slight hiccup that I’ve had a very busy week, I’m quite sleep deprived, fairly dissociative and somewhere between exuberant and hypomanic which is far too wired and excited to sleep. I wish all the good news and exciting possibilities didn’t happen at once like this, it completely fries my brain and I can hardly take any of it in. One really exciting event per week please, certainly not 6 in a day! Still, as far as life goes, it’s a pretty damn awesome problem to have.

My talk on Thursday is progressing well, the powerpoint is set and done, I reordered a bit to make sure it would all make sense to people totally new to dissociation. I still can’t seem to get it down below the 25 minute mark (I only have 20 mins) which is deeply frustrating. I’ve already badly condensed talking about my personal experiences and cut out the poems. It’s being forced to be more a clinical talk than I want – the personal side of it is so important. But, without the clinical framework, the personal information can just become sensational and not educational which is absolutely not what I want. Essentially I’m trying to cram four talks into one here – Introducing Dissociation, Introducing DID (or Multiplicity), Managing Dissociation, and My Personal Story. Each of those could comfortably be a an hour talk or a days! One day when I offer to give a talk they’ll give me a whole day to do a workshop instead of accepting the abstract and knocking down my allocated time! 🙂 Not that I’m whining, I’m so terribly excited to be here, to have the abstracts accepted and the conference fees waived and Mifsa have agreed to reimburse my travel costs and I’m being kindly hosted by a friend for the duration – otherwise it simply wouldn’t be possible with bills to pay off. All day I’ve been thoroughly enjoying saying “I’m flying to Melbourne tonight to give a talk”. 🙂

Mad Monday

Busy today! The Mental Health Peer Work Cert IV started today and occupied 9.30am – 4pm. There was a lot of talking about cultural sensitivity and an hour DVD about racism that I found deeply disturbing in that I’m not convinced that reversing power roles and swapping who gets betlittled and humiliated is the best way to create harmony between people of different races.

Dashed home to work more on the talk for Melbourne this week – re ordered the content to help it make more sense to someone who doesn’t know anything about dissociation or multiplicity, cut out the poems, and managed in the end to only reduce it by 1 minute running time… I still have to cut another 5 minutes from somewhere. Deeply frustrated!

Then ran off again to Radio Adelaide for more training. Did my first interview with a hand held recorder standing on North Terrace and trying to block out the traffic noise. Fun! Really enjoying this course.

Home again to work more on the talk, print up travel passes, pack, fire off last minute emails, and get ready to go.

Tuesday is a full day of training with Mary O’Hagan at a ‘Recovery approach to Risk’ workshop I have been fortunate enough to get into. I’m very excited about it! That’s a full day, I’ll munch down some dinner, grab my gear and head off to the airport to go to Melbourne after.

Charlie is looking a lot better and booked in to the vet for a checkup on Wednesday… another fortnight’s pay demolished!

And today a big chunk of a molar that’s been slowly dying fell off, leaving a sharp jagged edge that’s cutting into my tongue. The quickest appt I could get with my (superb) dentist is mid March… I hope I don’t get a big ulcer just before having to do these talks!

When I get back I’m going to polish up the Dissociation Link website and launch that with a new newsletter for this month, print new business cards with those details on it, do my Radio Adelaide homework, and book in some nights off to relax. So far I’m keeping all the balls in the air and still eating two meals a day at least and wearing clean socks. I suspect by the end of this week I’m going to be ready to wipe out… although the nervous energy following the talks might keep me wired until a crash on Sunday.

Hope you’re having a good week too. 🙂

Helping out at Mindshare

I’ve taken on a voluntary role with Mindshare, helping to upload and manage the Writing area of the site. 🙂 I’ve been involved as a contributor since the site was launched, you can see some of my work here. I really like the ethos of the site, the idea of giving people a voice and developing an online community. They also have facebook page here.

“mindshare is a unique space that allows mental health consumers and their supporters a place to creatively tell their stories. It is a community dedicated to de stigmatising mental illness through shared experiences” 

– Louise Pascale, Digital Media Officer.

Those of us involved had a meet up on Monday to talk about the site and possible improvements. One of the downsides of the lovely uncluttered front page they have is that while new blog posts are always posted on the front page, the other new creative content such as photos, writing or music don’t always show on the front page, so please have to go looking to see if there’s new content. Unfortunately there’s no way with the website structure to automate a front page update, but one of the volunteers is going to try and manually rotate all the new content through the front page when they can to help people find it. Another new development was opening up comments on all of the content – previously comments were restricted only to blogs. It can be a little disheartening to send work out and not get any response, so I hope this step will help to strengthen the sense of community on the site.

So, for all those of you with something to say – a story to share, a poem, an experience to write about, a complaint, an idea, a suggestion, type it up and send it in. (to the Mindshare email please, not directly to me!) We need posts for the blog, we need music, art, photos, poems, whatever you have that’s in digital format. We love to be posting several new things every day so we need people to send us new material. All the details are on their Get involved page. You can be anonymous if you wish, just chose a pen name and send in your work with that name on it. If you’d like to add a short biography of who you are, we’d love to attach it. If you have a website or blog of your own, we’re happy to put a link to it, just let us know.

For those of you thinking about Peer Work, this is another great opportunity to tell your story and reach a large audience. I promise that writing an article is a lot less stressful than giving a talk! For those of you thinking about starting your own blog, this is a great chance to hone your skills and become familiar with the format before you jump into managing your own.

On that note, we are planning to offer a workshop soon on how to write for a blog, and I plan to offer a quick walk through of starting a new blog of your own with the Blogger platform. There’s also talk about new training to learn how to use different technology and be able to make your own movies, vlogs, and podcasts, which I am very excited about! Stay tuned for further details!

And a last quick reminder about the SmART training this week – get in quick if you were thinking about it! See all the details at What’s On.

Training at Radio Adelaide

Yesterday I started my Radio Adelaide training and I loved it! I am doing the ROCC, (Radio and Online Contributors Course), which is part of a Cert III in Media if I wish to take it further. I’m thinking yes! Today we learned a bit about the instrument panel in the studios, and I recorded my first interview! It was fun! The sound of your own voice in your headphones is slightly weird, but I really enjoyed myself. I’ve been feeling a bit down and tired since the move – possibly still recovering from that, maybe the new meds, who knows. I’ve been concentrating on better separating my work and play times and making sure I actually go and do something I enjoy for my relax times instead of just zoning out and letting the hours go by. This afternoon in between two different training sessions I took time off and played computer games, and I felt a lot better afterwards, more energized. But getting into the Radio Adelaide training was even better yet, I love learning new skills, I love a challenge, I felt my brain wake up and focus and take everything in – this doesn’t always happen, but it’s magic when it does.

I remembered that so far my new study has been admin and paperwork, which grinds me down, but that soon it will be new skills and being stretched and exposed to new ideas and I will feel excited and enthused about it. That was very encouraging. I remember why I had been so excited about all my new study!I’m going to learn how to use WordPress – Radio Adelaide are setting up a blog for interesting stories and interviews to be hosted on and as part of this training we have to learn how to use it and upload content to it. I’ll also be learning how to podcast – hurrah! We’re working with Adobe Audition which so far has been delightfully easy to use. I love it when programs use similar commands and hot keys. We did basic editing of a sound file using the Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V cut and paste commands! Couldn’t be simpler. Wheee!

What awesome skills to develop as a Peer Worker! I don’t know exactly how or where I’ll use them, but I am very excited by all the possibilities. I did an impromptu interview with fellow trainee Gary, he elected to be asked about his carbon footprint and chatted about bike riding and recycling, and I elected to to talk about some of my earliest memories (these were the only options we had) and chatted about how excited I was as a little girl about wearing my new red sandals for the first time, and the experience of being accidentally smacked in the noggin with a gold club – which I think for the duration of the interview I called a ‘golf stick’ whoops. But there you have it, two vivid early memories of mine. I like the sound of the voices in the microphones, you have to get very close to them and the voice kind of burrs, become softer and base-y, it’s oddly intimate sitting in a studio with a stranger asking questions about their life. I imagine it would be easy to become comfortable with the other person and forget this was going to be aired to the rest of Adelaide!

Sound editing! Recording processes! Absolutely fascinating. Apparently next week we will be learning how to use a portable recorder for interviews outside the studio, and possibly how to edit multi-track files – where you have more than one layer – say the voices for your interview is one, then maybe some music fading in is a second layer, or some sound affects a third. Just think of the possibilities! Some poets record their poems and post the sound file alongside the written form – very useful for those with a print handicap of some kind, and sometimes reading a poem can bring it to life. I certainly enjoy reading mine, such as at the Broken Hill event recently, and listening to a well read poem is a joy. New horizons beckoning.

Charlie’s hanging in there

Here he is looking like a woolly sheep after his bath. All his test results came back surprisingly good – his liver and kidneys etc. are all working fine. The only possible glitch internally is a bit of a low thyroid, but it’s hard to tell if that is causing the current problems or being caused by them. He goes back to the vet for a check-up next week. In the meantime, the antibiotics seem to be clearing up his ear infection but it’s hard to tell if his eyes are improving at all. Still, he’s in pretty good spirits.

This is my little black genoa fig tree, one of my all time favourite varieties of fresh fig. I’ve been nursing it along ever since I bought it as a tiny cutting. This year it had one lovely fig on it.

So this morning, with great ceremony, I ate it. 
I took all of Saturday off, it was a hard week this one and I really needed some time off. By Thursday evening I was pretty run out and spent most of the evening crying and writing poetry. It’s nice to live alone and be able to do that without disturbing anyone. Sunday has loads of work to do in it, but Saturday was camp fire day! I washed dishes, mopped floors, set out chairs and table and plates, set the fire, washed Charlie’s eyes and face, and then spent most of the rest of the day lying by the fire, chatting with friends and eating chips and hot potatoes. I so needed that. I even snuck in 20 minutes or so of ink painting before people arrived, which I’ll show you another time, and wrapped it all up with some computer gaming. I think I might need to deliberately schedule one day a week off or I’m not going to be able to keep up with the pace of study and work. Saturday was good. My skin smells of wood smoke and I feel a little calmer inside.

Trip to the vet

I hope you’re feeling better than my little dog Charlie is today!

I took him to the vet today and he came home sporting this terribly fashionable short collar. When I last had him at the vet I was told to return once his condition had started to improve for blood tests – there wasn’t much point in taking any when he was so terribly unwell with the infected feet etc. The vet also cautioned me that if his tears start to seem milky it may be an eye infection and I’d need to return. I’ve been concerned about his eyes and tears and giving them baths in warm salty water but over the weekend they seemed to get a lot worse so I took him into the vet today.

Gosh, I’m glad I did! It turns out he has ulcers on his eyes! You can’t see them unless you use a stain, apparently he’s probably scratched up his eyes bumping into things (as he’s blind now) and they’ve infected. So now he’s on drops, steroids, antibiotics, and a collar for a week to stop him scratching and clawing at his eyes. Poor little chappie.

His feet have completely healed, his skin is much better and he has dropped 2kg and is now in his ideal weight range which is fantastic. He certainly looks a lot better than when I first got him back in December. His heart condition is still pretty bad, his arthritis is severe, and despite twice daily drops I cannot get rid of his ear infections. Hopefully the new treatment will settle down all the inflammation and give him a chance to get on top of things. He also had various tests down that I will get the results for next week.

I am now painfully in debt and paying back money to cover things. Thankfully I’ve a good tinned and packaged food supply! The vets parting words are what every pensioner pet owner dreads to hear “I think we’ll be seeing rather a lot of you, Charlie”. Oh, I hope not!

On the lighter side of things – I was asked to secure a urine sample and bring it back in, fresh as possible please. So this afternoon saw me walking about the local park, wearing disposable gloves and holding a specimen jar, and optimistically trying to pretend this was perfectly normal. You know how when you’re trying to go for a good brisk walk the darn dog will lift his leg on every single bush, fence post, lamp light, street sign, and tree? Well, follow one with a specimen jar, leading him hopefully to every bush, fence post, lamp light, street sign and tree on the route and he will be completely uninterested in marking his territory. It took me 20 minutes to get 2ml which I hope is an acceptable sample size, and the outside of the container got wet too, so I ended up inverting the glove over it and tying a knot in the wrist to turn it into a handy bag then hotfooting it home. I handed that in to the vet before dashing off to my next appointment, I hope they appreciated it not leaving rings on the counter. 🙂

Peer Work Cert & Radio Adelaide orientations

The Mental Health Peer Work Certificate IV has started! Orientation was a lot of Tafe policies and procedures, which I’ve sat through at AC Arts, and a new bag of goodies (rulers and suchlike) which curiously enough was significantly more packed than the one I got for Visual Arts… maybe because of the much smaller class size. There was a whole theatre full of new art students on Tuesday! It’s going to be good to get to know the other peer workers and learn about the kind of work they are doing or interested in.

Radio Adelaide had their induction on Thursday night, for the new intake of students. It was good, very thorough, fire policies, location of various staff, how to manage prizes given out on air… I think I may have retained about 20% of the information and I’ll need to read their mammoth book of instructions to try and absorb the rest…

The world of admin once again threatens to engulf me entirely… I have paperwork for Centrelink that I can’t finish and submit because the Tafe codes for courses haven’t been sorted out yet, the dentist had to put my appointment back to next week because the night guard wasn’t delivered to him yet, the ‘fitness to drive’ form needs filling in my GP again to maintain my license, someone has sent a report to the RSPCA about my pets I need to follow up and resolve – no details yet so I’ve no idea what the trouble is, Housing SA have had some difficulties with the automated process to debit my rent so I have to trundle down to a post office next week and pay some rent that’s now in arrears, I need to make new files for my various study areas to keep track of all the paperwork (the current system is a heap by my armchair hmmm)…

On the upside, Bridges and Sound Minds went well this week, Charlie and Loki are both slowly improving, Charlie is losing a little weight and loving all the walks, and Loki is putting some on. I’m excited about study, the Dissociative Initiative met briefly today and made some great plans for this year, a friend gave me half a dozen lovely free range eggs from her backyard hens (I had one for dinner – a double yolker! yum) and it’s finally the weekend! Phew! Art beckons… and less appealingly – some more unpacking.

AC Arts Orientation

Well, I dragged myself out of bed and onto the bus yesterday for the orientation for my Bachelor in Visual Arts. I’ve been looking forward to this a great deal, being a single student enrolment until now meant I never had any directions around the campus or instructions about how to use the library etc. Now I’ve had a crash course in both. It was great to have a look through the ceramics studio – this term I’ll be doing the foundation class in ceramics, and next term the one in sculpture. I’d never seen it before and it is impressive! I can’t get over how well set up the studios are, they are such inspiring spaces! Ceramics is in the basement behind the Light Gallery space – many years ago I had my year 12 artwork exhibited in that space! There’s a room for throwing (that’s where you work clay on a ‘wheel’ a disc that spins, to create pots and rounded shapes like that) another couple for hand building, one for glazing, and a kiln room. I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on some clay.

There is a relationship between ceramics and sculpture, A sculptural form can be made from clay and might therefore be considered a ceramic sculpture. Ceramics as a term covers everything made from clays or earth. I’ve always loved the feel of clay in my hands, I did my work experience at the Jam Factory, and my favourite of the menial tasks was reclaiming the clay. Clay that had dried out was set in huge lumps in a vat of water. I would reach in up to my armpits to squish and work the water into the clay as it softened. Pretty awesome.

I have contracted a head cold or throat infection or some such bug, so I’m feeling pretty dreadful. But this week still has full days, today I’ll be at the Peer Work orientation, then Sound Minds, then the Radio Adelaide induction in the evening. I think by Saturday I’m just going to fall over and sleep for the weekend. I was going to invite my new neighbours round for afternoon tea, but I think giving them all a cold is not the best way to introduce myself. Maybe next weekend.

In the meantime, I’m working hard on building new routines and making sure I’m not so busy that I let my health slip. I’m making very healthy lunches and snacks to take with me, drastically cutting back on sweets and treats, and taking Charlie out for a brisk 20 minute walk every evening. I’m also working hard on keeping my sleeping patterns manageable, I now have an alarm that goes off at 11pm every night to get me off to bed and taking my meds early. The new meds are suiting me well, although the throat and ear infection has badly set off the jaw pain so I’m having a bit of a rough time at the moment. I’ve also started coming home from a big day and having a nap if I’m really tired, before going for a walk, making dinner, and taking the evening slowly. Sometimes getting overtired will stop me sleeping so I’m hoping this will help keep me on an even keel. I’ve been really good this year about keeping to three meals a day and I’m finding my appetite has significantly increased as a result – which is weird and a bit unsettling after many years of not ever feeling hungry. I’m carrying healthy snacks of fruit, nuts, seeds, and yoghurt to keep my energy levels up and lots of water. I’ve also made a big cut back on sugar and replaced it with stevia wherever I can to try and protect what remains of my teeth.

It’s going to take some time before all this becomes my new routine and easy to keep to, but I’m pretty determined. I can only keep up with my planned schedule if my health is well supported so I’m hoping better quality food, sleep, and exercise will help me keep up the pace. The other really important thing is maintaining my social support so my mental and emotional state are also going well. By the end of today’s induction, surrounded by predominantly much younger students and feeling pretty wrecked, having to get a photo taken for my new ID card was enough to destabilize me considerably. Photos and mirrors can be a pretty challenging area for me – very common for people who experience dissociation. There’s a lot going on that stretches me at the moment, the new house, taking the bus, new classmates, plenty of fuel for anxiety and stress. I’m very excited about everything and also keeping a pretty close eye on myself. That resilient/vulnerable combination can really catch you by surprise on occasion! Fortunately they were happy to use my previous photo for the new card, so I got out of there and home without any meltdowns. One down, two more orientations to go!

Tiger’s been adopted!

Great news! A lovely cat I was fostering for a few months last year has finally been adopted! I’m thrilled for him, he’s got the most lovely gentle personality and a lot of love. I’m sure his new family will love him to bits!

I won’t take on any new foster cats at the moment, particularly as Loki is still pretty unwell with some unidentified virus (according to the vet) which I wouldn’t want to pass on. He’s in slightly better spirits than he was, and is finally putting some weight back on. I’m also noticing his coat is improving a little, so I have my fingers crossed for him. Unfortunately when cats are ill their toileting habits may become disrupted – my mornings typically start with mopping up puddles round the house at the moment. Thank goodness my place is all lino!

Charlie is also improving a little, I’m trying new ear drops for the persistent infections, and he gets his eyes bathed with salt water a couple of times a week. He is loving his new smaller home with no stairs and a small yard. I’ve finally settled him into sleeping on his bed in the shed at night by making sure I don’t feed him until bedtime and I put the food right by hid bed. As he’s completely blind he no longer knows night from day and his sleep rhythms are all out. I’ve been having a lot of trouble with putting him out for the night and having him howl and sook. I’ve tried sleeping him indoors but that results in a lot more cleaning up for me in the morning. The little garden shed is a nice big dog kennel for him at the moment, which is good because the ventilation is much better than in a little kennel and it stays a  bit cooler on warm days. It’s also right in the shade of my big peppercorn tree which helps a lot. He’s dropped a little bit of weight on a restricted diet and with lots of walks, which is great because he has quite bad arthritis in all his legs so you don’t want him lugging around more kilos than is healthy. That and his dicky heart… Ah well, we’re all limping along.

Sarsaparilla moved in a few days ago and is settling in well, so my little family now has two cats and a dog. I’m also starting to bring my potted garden along in carloads, there are figs on my fig tree! Very exciting. My lawns are responding to some TLC, I’ve mowed the front and I’m watering every couple of days to get it back into a good state. I’m mindful that the units all have nice gardens and older folks so I’m keen not to irritate anyone with a scruffy yard. I’ve nearly moved all the books over, but haven’t started yet on unpacking and sorting clothes or most of my studio. I’ve carefully wrapped and packed my good brushes somewhere… wish I could remember where! Darn move has left my energy pretty low but I was expecting that. A few weeks and I should be feeling brighter. Great news about Tiger, it’s really good to have both the foster cats I was looking after in new homes, and I hope they will have very long and happy lives.