Where I’m at now

I was officially diagnosed as PDA a month ago today, by Dr Gloria Dura Vila. In the last two months, I’ve started an teaching assistant apprenticeship at a local special needs school. In the last 6 months, I moved into mental health supported accommodation.

This time last year, I was in the midst of a psychotic manic episode.

Evidently I’ve come a long way in the space of one year.

I had been living in a shared house, which did not work. Not after new people moved in, another flatmate suffered a bereavement and all the communal housework fell on me, newly realising I fit the PDA profile. The stress was a huge contributing factor in my becoming manic, and resulted in my being evicted in order that the council would have to help me find new housing as I did not have a guarantor for a new private rent.

My CPN (community psychiatric nurse) found me my supported housing. It’s specifically for mental health needs, not autism though, which means the staff have absolutely no experience with PDA. I’m still awaiting my report from my assessment, and I’m hoping that once I have that I can push for staff to receive PDA society training. Also, there’ll be recommendations which should help.

For now, I’m doing a lot better than I was before – work, safe place to live, new meds, diagnosis. On the the other hand, I haven’t yet figured out how to manage my demand energy to cope with household tasks and my flat is a complete tip. I’ll go into this in more detail later but because of childhood abuse, I fawn. That is, I comply with demands people place on me for safety. As a result of this, I avoid demands that are implicit: you should keep a flat tidy. you should clean. you should brush your teeth.

I haven’t yet found the strategies that go beyond using my support sessions to get a support worker to expect me to do those things, and induce fawning. This doesn’t feel healthy, and yet I don’t know what else to do.