PDA fae

Category: bipolar

  • Working with my brain, not against.

    The first benefit of discovering PDA and realising it applied to me was finding I could finally work “with” my brain. Meaning I could approach life in a way that didn’t leave me fighting with myself every step of the way. Dissociating from demand anxiety. Beginning to learn not to fawn (still working on this). Advocating for myself. Taking demand free time.

    This is true for my other neurodivergences as well (neurodevelopmental or otherwise).

    With dyspraxia, I find it easier to make progress on a craft when I work on a repetitive project. In knitting that was my blanket squares, in crochet it’s doing rows of double crochet that will eventually become an infinity scarf. (See my latest instagram post!) This drills the basic steps into my procedural memory (“muscle memory”). I also try to only learn one new stitch at a time with new projects, or maybe just one new skill – like a joining technique.

    I also focus on physical activity I find easier to coordinate. I don’t worry about team sports where I tend to let the team down. In fact, I don’t tend to bother with competitive sport at all.

    With dyscalculia, long before my diagnosis (but well after my suspicions), I learnt stats procedures “in words”. That is, I learnt the concepts in verbal form, rather than running the formulas over and over. This isn’t as easy to apply to numeracy (it’s hard to write out the concepts of the procedure for calculating a percentage I find.) It helped that Cardiff University taught the procedural concepts thoroughly. This meant I was able to verbalise the steps of a formula, rather than just being given the procedure as formulas. I probably need to practice looking at a formula and breaking it down into it’s constituent verbal concepts.

    With ADHD, it’s things like K.C. Davis’s “five things cleaning”. I struggle to sequence my actions, and approaches like this finally make it possible for me to tidy my room. It can also mean making sure I get more physical activity as this slows down my mind.

    When it comes to bipolar, it’s about working to get enough sleep. Taking meds religiously. Watching for warning signs.. but also keeping enough factors that promote well-being in your life.

    It’s also about meeting your sensory needs. I now know I find visual input very over-stimulating for example. So I wear sunglasses on sunny days. I go to smaller supermarkets where there’s fewer products and aisles. I allow myself to eat in a way that meets my sensory needs and don’t apologise for it.

    And on top of that, it’s allowing myself to stim and fidget. I was forever told to “sit still”, “stop fidgeting” as a kid. Now I know it’s a neurological need, and I meet it.

    Knowing you’re neurodivergent really is more than half the battle.

  • Update on previous post

    My last post discussed ways to tackle rumination. I’ve recently been prescribed a med to help me sleep, that also works on anxiety. This made it clear just how anxious I am. It also made me realise I’m not really depressed, it’s just the anxiety feels awful (I’m experiencing enjoyment for one thing).

    One of the suggested coping tools was creating a soothing mantra. I wasn’t sure this would be for me at the time of writing the last post.

    Last night though, I found myself contemplating the idea of change, and whether that could be positive. I really struggle with this. I feel that the evidence suggests that life never changes for the better.

    However, I ended up thinking “that type of change is plausible”, which I couldn’t fight against. Not possible, not inevitable, not likely. Just plausible, which of course it must be.

    So I tried repeating it to myself. I experienced that as very soothing, and it prevented the anxious thoughts from starting. This was despite forgetting to take the sleep medication. I was surprised, and very pleased, with this effect.

    I got about 16 hours sleep yesterday, so I’m awake at nearly 4am because I didn’t feel tired. For once, not because I’m too anxious.

  • lack of self belief

    I’d love to create a peer support company for PDAers in time.

    It’s just one of many things I’d love to do in theory, but in practice feel so lost on how to achieve them. A lot of me feels like I’m not someone capable of achieving goals and ambitions, of pulling a project to fruition.

    My self belief is at an all time low right now, and I don’t know how to alter that. Brainspotting might be able to help some, and I should really be working on it in my own time outside of therapy sessions.

    A lot of my feels like it’s just inevitable that I’ll bounce in and out of hospital. Some of me feels that accepting that would just be a lot easier. It feels like this loss of self-belief comes from the after effect of my recent admission, and the period of time after where I’ve not had any opportunity to achieve anything.

    Instead, I’ve had to defer my studies. I’ve been passed up for meaningful volunteering at the local community hub, being told ‘oh you can just help like you always do here, that’s enough’. It’s not enough, it makes me feel useless and like no one has any faith in me. Similarly, my social worker telling me to take things one thing at a time made me feel a similar way.

    The sense that no one else has any faith in me, and that I’m not achieving leaves me doubting my capability to pursue such a goal as setting up a small business. I see others launch into such a thing, and I have no idea how they have all the know how for such a project.

  • Mood update

    Recently I’ve been feeling pretty terrible. My mood episode that started at the end of last year has settled into a pretty standard depressive episode.

    It’s not helped that I am so socially isolated, with little opportunity for addressing this. There’s nothing out there, where I am, for isolated 30 somethings to meet each other. I’m spending most of my time around people 20 – 30 years older than me! It’s not good for me at all, I need friends my own age.

    I’ve always struggled with interpersonal relationships though. This feeds into my “feeling terrible”, in particular “feeling terrible about myself”. I feel like I’m somehow defective that I can’t forge lasting connections with other people. It feels that my current circumstances are somehow a reflection on myself – that if I was someone else, I wouldn’t even find myself in this position.

    I’m also seriously doubting my ability to achieve anything in life, beyond living on benefits and just existing. I’m starting to feel that I will inevitably end up back in hospital in the not too distant future, and that this is what my life looks like going forward.

    There’s a lot of repair to do, evidently, from these last five years. Ever since lockdown was first announced, my life was turned upon its head. The stress has caused my mood disorder to worsen severely. Everything has been turbulent and unstable. It’s very hard to imagine any sense of stability could return, particularly after this latest episode.

    I have to hope that we find the right medication, at the right dose, that offers me quality of life without being life shortening. It’s very easy to feel that a life with bipolar is a life not worth living at the moment – everything I might have wanted, I barely have.

  • Equalising and wards

    Equalising is a commonly discussed term when it comes to PDA kiddos. I’m not sure though, that adults are entirely “above” doing so, when under enough stress.

    As in, for me, being on wards induces exactly this. There’s a known “us and them” effect on wards, especially NHS wards. Staff are the Us, patients are the Them. We, who are Well, Those who are Unwell.

    As a PDAer, I am effectively allergic to this entire environment. It’s so stressful. I can barely cope with hierarchy at the best of times, and definitely not completely arbitrary “we’re the Staff, you are the patients” attitudes. (This forms part of my personal thinking about PDA is that we seem to come in three stripes: eglatarian, communicator or negotiator, based on which of the criteria we have most strongly. This isn’t based on anything overly scientific, just a feeling I get from observing, interacting with, and being a PDAer. I might post more on this in the future – depending on what happens with demand avoidance!) I definitely really relate to descriptions around intolerance of authority and hierarchy – as a constant trait, compared to my demand avoidance which can actually fluctuate quite dramatically.

    As a result, these environments cause me to equalise. This can take a more benign form of addressing everyone in the place as a human who might be friendly, it can take the form of giving a staff member a screaming dressing down. It’s not fun, it does get me in trouble. It’s why I really need to make a big push now to stay out of psych wards, because well, they SUCK. They’re not a fit environment for any PDAer, no matter what mental health problems we have going on – far too overly restrictive. When you mix that with a poor mental state, everything goes haywire.

    This is a big reason I would say, if you know you do have severe mental health problems and suspect PDA: it is very worth saving for that specific modifier in your diagnosis. Unfortunately, the NHS is only willing to include a PDA modifier in children (in some trusts). My Dr Gloria Dura Vila diagnosis has changed my life as a person living with bipolar type 1. It means the wards know they need to add support in, and that I can justify that that support needs to work very differently than they might expect. It backs up my self-advocacy efforts, and that’s invaluable – otherwise who could understand an equalising adult?

    Equalising is not “good behaviour”, and I find the best thing I can do as an adult is seek out the environments that don’t provoke it. Living in my own place, in the community, with greater control over the environments I find myself in is a big part of this. For me that’s going to mean, complying with my clopixol injections and doing my best to thrive now. It’s been a rough few years, but here’s hoping I can head onwards and upwards now!

  • Finally home for good!

    NOTE: THIS POST IS AFFECTED BY THE REMANTS OF A SEVERE MOOD DISORDER, AND AS SUCH THE CONTENT VARIES FROM MY USUAL POSTING

    Oh gosh I felt so trapped on that ward. I literally had to run away from my discharge meeting because of that feeling – I needed to move, move move move move.

    Thankfully I know that coffee helps my brain, but that ideally it should not have milk in it (obviously!).

    Now I have my sensible meds, a sensible care co (lovely woman, B), sensible times to take them, a sensible psychiatrist in the community – and a sensible way to get diagnoses I need.

    I’ve had to defer a module at the OU which genuinely makes me very upset – but no worries, I can restart and do better than I was. It was a “bridge” module between level one and level two, which only makes me all the more determined – I will graduate this time, and probably in double time. I’ve studied full time before, I can do so again haha. For now I just need to finish the module I started and focus on the *maths content* – because everything else from that module is revise-able.

    Genuine study advice for anyone struggling: build in time to review. That’s what gets things into long term memory. My maximum working memory is literally SIX, and that’s where I get stuck – I have trouble holding things in my working memory to get to short term, to long term. My verbal working memory is better than my numerical as well, which might literally be stuck at 3 (working memory is 5 +/- 2, after all).

    As it goes, I’ll keep typing about specifically my life – here, substack, instagram, facebook. That’s all I can offer, my experience, my ways to cope: PDA style.

  • Second day of leave

    NOTE: THE CONTENT OF THIS POST IS ALTERED BY A BIPOLAR MOOD EPISODE, AND DIFFERS FROM MY USUAL POSTING STYLE

    Wow, life with bipolar and PDA is hard.

    Life with bipolar, PDA, chronic pain, scoliosis, chiari malformation, probable EDS?

    Yes. Very much a disabled adult here. At the time I was under the RNOH, EDS was considered “zebra” – looking for zebras, when you hear hoofbeats and not thinking “horse”.

    I dislocate far, far too easily. I have congenital scoliosis. I had a brilliant surgery on my spine at 20 years old, and as a result am around 1-3″ taller than I would have ever been (genuinely not sure, people guess my tallest to be around 5’2″, I was 4’11”?) Standing tall as I can, I’m now about 2cm taller than I was – 150cm.

    Dyscalculia, I’d guess that makes my full height 5’1″? Yeah who cares lol. Doesn’t matter – I’m teeeeeny. Suffice to say, I’m 34, and full of disability.

    My honest advice, on this time to talk day, is: ALWAYS keep an eye on mood disorder symptoms in your kids. Do not assume ‘oh this is rejection sensitive dysphoria’, ‘oh this is PDA’ ‘oh this is ADHD’ ‘oh this is teenager time’. All kids are at risk of depression at the very least, all kids are vulnerable to abuse – of any kind, from anyone – and honestly, psych wards are a last resort type of place, for people at risk of SELF-neglect.

    You don’t want your 19 year old in such a place, trust me, let alone your vulnerable 24 year old.

    You definitely don’t want your teenager in a CAMHS unit.

  • Christmas eve 2024!

    I missed posting last year because I was unwell with mania right up until early January this year. When I look back at my 2022 post, I realise now that it still wasn’t the most normal of Christmas Eve’s because of the supported housing. I’ve since realised they were unsupportive and discriminatory towards my autism, likely because of the word “pathological”.

    So I’m actually counting this as my first normal Christmas Eve since 2019. My own flat – not a supported place -, large enough to truly decorate without clutter. The supported housing flat was a studio flat with a wall in the middle, meaning I was effectively living in the space of my now living room. That alone made me depressed.

    So, this year? Gut issues from lamotrigine, but I went for an early morning walk and got medicine for that. I also got to fuss a lovely boxer, and meet a hyper spaniel.

    I’ve got my Christmas lights on. For the first time ever, I decided to try a simmer pot – smelled amazing. I delivered a gift to neighbours who took care of me as I was having a post traumatic stress reaction (that built into mania).

    As ever this Christmas, I’ve got radio on, for company, Christmas music, and normal music mixed up together. It’s a nice background.

    I’ve also got NORAD santa tracker going. Childish, maybe, but I prefer to call it childlike. It’s a bit of fun that I’ve done for a few years now.

    It’s strange adapting to Christmas Eve alone, back in 2019 and 2020 I was with family for all of advent, now I only see them on a handful of days. I’m learning how to enjoy days solo, and see the magic in alone time.

  • Post solstice hygge

    Gosh I had a lovely “hygge” tonight with family. Hygge is a loanword from Danish, meaning a dark night, twinkly nights, good company (and good food and alcohol)

    Me and my mum cooked a starter and main, we had cheesecake, or cheese and crackers for dessert, so many snacks. Played a runthrough of a new board game I had in my yule stocking (a personal tradition), and a general knowledge quiz to finish up.

    I’m leaning into Christmas in a big way this year, as it’s the most normal Christmas I’ve had since 2019 (covid, mania, supported housing, mania, all got in the way of “normal”). It’s so nice to be well enough to be at home, to host an event even if prepping was so super demanding it took me 8 hours to complete getting ready (due all the the demand free time and pacing needed to cope).

    That’s the essence of a PDA christmas – you do it your own way. Lean in, or avoid most of it. Do it but in an unorthodox way. Adhere religiously to the rules of Christmas. Cling film wrapped presents.

    Whatever works for you, and the PDAers in your life.

    What worked for us mainly was that I set a “no expectations” rule – aside from no shoes in the flat. Other than that, we didn’t expect things of each other, and everyone was much happier. We made our own drinks, we did what we offered to help with, we’ve left the washing up for me and my carers to work on tomorrow (within reason).

    The Yuletide magic that I’ve been waiting for!

  • TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT

    Writing this after a trauma processing dream (not quite a nightmare thankfully)..

    One of the worst parts of mania is hypersexuality. You really want that type of activity at just the time you really can’t have it – because you’ve lost capacity.

    To put it bluntly, it’s not sex it’s rape.

    Do not have get sexual with a person who has not slept for 2 or more days. Especially do not if they’ve been awake for 4 or more: it is the same as if they were drunk, they CAN NOT consent.

    And quite frankly, at that point it’s obvious. At that length of time awake, anyone, bipolar or not will be clearly loopy.

    So yeah, mania is as traumatic as anything, and I’m left processing all of this.