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Tag: PDA

  • This is so true

    Sally Cat’s recent post

    If you’re looking for new PDA resources, Sally Cat’s content is one I can highly recommend.

  • Sensory logging

    Back in December I wrote about my intial findings from the sensory log my therapist recommended I keep.

    I never got around to sharing what I found as a result.

    As this shows, I’m over-responsive/avoidant in all my senses, except for smell (which is severely underresponsive for me), tactile and proprioceptive, where I tend to seek out sensory experiences.

    In my auditory sense, I seek out experiences that are under my control, and avoid sensory input that is not under my control – or easily experience overwhelm. My sense of taste is similar, but mostly I am avoidant.

    It seems I would benefit from learning how to be visually and vestibular avoidant, in particular. I’m not sure how to do this though.

  • Putting shoes on

    This is a tip I came across in Sensory: Life on the Spectrum (which I will do a review of in due time), that was corroborated by the experience of a PDAer I know online. The comic author, with a PDA profile, said she gets into ‘doing things’ mode by wearing shoes, my friend has to be wearing doing things clothing, like jeans rather than tracksuit bottoms.

    So I thought I’d give it a go, and put shoes on when I’m doing care tasks. It definitely helps to keep the momentum going, and seems to signal ‘this is not rest and relaxation time’. It’s definitely less tempting to curl up on the sofa with them on.

    Another simple trick in the toolbox of adulting with PDA!

  • My second chance.

    Metanoia pays off, it seems.

    That’s a word I’ve used here before: the idea of profound lasting positive change after a breakdown, esp. psychotic breakdown.

    I’ve just been approved for a student loan to return to university! I had worried due to previous study and overpayments I wouldn’t be, so things had been uncertain and stressful. It’s so good to have the certainty about what I will be doing come October 7th.

    It will be the Open Degree at the Open University, which in short refers to multidisciplinary study – lots of all the sciences for me, social and life/physical. Lots of modules on mental health, autism and ADHD, biology, sociology. It’s so exactly my area of interest – this is what I did my A levels in, bio, sociology and psych and I loved those.

    2021’s psychotic breakdown really did lead to massive change for me. I got the actual care I needed from it, and rescued from stagnation where I didn’t feel competent to try anything. I also didn’t know what my goal, or aim was. It had been clinical psychology, and I lost that. Lost interest in it as well.

    I didn’t have anything to replace it though, till I added the world of neurodevelopmental difference to my knowledge of neurodivergence (including mental ill health in that). Until I reframed everything as ‘neurodiversity’ and ‘examples of neurodivergence’ – that was a real paradigm shift. I also learnt how vital lived experience is and the power it holds, from working with my lived experience practictioner. But also from the wealth of lived experience shared on social media.

    That gave me a drive to pursue after I started recovering. A HCA on the first ward that year said logically SFE should provide funding, otherwise they make no return on their investment in me. That provided the spark to reconsider university study, the hope it might be possible.

    Sometimes living alone is lonely, but it provides me with the space I need to study without others around me. I have good meds, I have new diagnoses, I can get new accommodations. I understand myself better and what works for me. I have trauma therapy finally. The OU puts out so much needed and helpful guidance on how to study, and the level one modules are a gentle start. I get to study slowly.

    Things should be much better this time, so I am very, very excited for my second chance.

  • Low demand lifestyle?

    Am I living a low demand lifestyle? What defines low demand, and how would I tell?

    I’m not claiming I have answers to those, but it is something I want to think about – how many demands are there in my life.

    Living in “move on” supported housing creates demands, because you have to meet expectations to be considered ready to move on. Thus that prevents me from living a truly low demand life. I do have a lot more autonomy here than I had at the rehab ward though, which is good.

    There’s also demands on me because, well. My reason for needed supported housing is more along the lines of autistic skill loss/learning to cope with demand avoidance/executive function issues, than it is mental health issues related. So the support I am offered does not meet my needs, which leaves me to work out how to regain skills on my own.

    I am learning ways to approach doing things that lessens the sense of demand. Whether that’s having an algorithm as to how to tidy or clean (to remove microdemands), avoiding things until it sinks in I don’t have to do them, and other techniques I’ve mentioned on this blog before.

    I think once I am living independently I will actually be able to have a much more low demand lifestyle. I will not have anyone setting expectations on me, and can just work to my own desires – and work on not seeing expectations on myself. I will hopefully by that point be a lot more skilled at regaining skills, and coping with traits of my neurodivergence.

    So right now, I don’t quite have as low demand a lifestyle as I might benefit from, which is hard when I’m meant to be in a supportive environment. I’d suggest PDAers looking into getting this kind of support: refuse “rehab wards” for mental health if you are offered one, and be very very selective about which supported housing you accept, even if it means waiting for longer on an ATU.

  • A short history of friendship..

    .. as a PDAer.

    Which is to say, lengthy periods with no friends, or very few friends.

    Primary school was a no friend time, except for abusive friends. I nearly made one friend near the end, but trauma caused by the abusive friends caused me to push her away self-protectively. I made a friend who attended my school via dance classes, so she was more a dance friend – she was several years below me, in classic early Autistic childhood friendship.

    Outside of that, I was ostracised and bullied by the entire school of 70 kids (I grew up in a very small village). It was awful, and there’s not much more to be said about that.

    In secondary school, the kids who lived in the town were much more bearable. I made friendships of varying closeness – though none were truly close. I didn’t really see any of them outside of school, except for one. I had people to spend time with in breaks, sit with in class, and that was the extent of most of my highschool friendships.

    College is where friendship started really working for me. A girl approached me at the french taster session for upcoming sixth formers, and then when college started, I talked to her again. I dared to ask if I could come join her group of friends, she agreed and I suddenly had a group of friends! That made college a really fun place to be, with several of us dealing with mental health neurodivergences (and I suspect neurodevelopmental differences as well).

    Unfortunately, I lost all of that group of friends over the course of two separate break ups, that ended up being acrimonious. Trauma, poor mental health, poor childhood modelling of relationships played into that.

    At uni I was back to having very few, not very close friendships for the entire time. Making friends in a massive but impersonal university was impossible for Autistic me. I might have been able to make proper friends from the LGBT society, but never quite managed to. Networking is not a skill that comes naturally to me.

    After uni I had another brief period of no friends. At the end of that period I had housemates for company – but they were not friends. Friends would have called an ambulance for me when I was manic.

    Now I have a very small handful of friends, mainly at my supported housing scheme. I’m very selective about how gets to become and remain a friend, even if it means having fewer or no friends. I deserve friendships that truly meet my needs, and aren’t abusive – and some friendships have ended recently because of this.

  • The power of daydreaming

    I used to daydream all the time as a young teen, usually on car journeys. I’d sometimes get back indoors and head to my bedroom to continue them as well. Since being a late teenager however, I’ve found sustaining daydreams much harder, and for years I stopped.

    Recently I’ve been starting to daydream again. Today I made an active decision to spend a couple of hours indulging in a fantasy plotline in my head, just as I used to do when I was younger.

    It was lovely. I forgot the world around me completely and all it’s stresses, to the point where it took a little while to re-orientate to the real world initially. A couple of hours later from then though, and I’m noticing a massive improvement to my mood, and demand capacity.

    I had been feeling very stressed and upset recently, spending a lot of time dozing to avoid the world. That can be quite dissociative in it’s own right, hours will pass that feel like minutes.

    However, purposefully engaging in a fantasy storyline felt a lot better for me. It felt like taking time out from the world in a structured, purposeful, creative way, rather than a despondant, avoidant way.

    I rather get the feeling I should put work in to reconnect with this aspect of my PDA nature, and that it might just do me some good.

  • Going back to university

    Yesterday I applied for my student finance and disabled students allowance, so it’s real now. I’m definitely planning on returning to university level study – though it might depend on the outcome of my student loan application given I’ve previously studied and received an overpayment. Hoping that works out in my favour!

    It’s exciting, but also very nervewracking.

    What if it wasn’t the fault of mental health, trauma, undiagnosed neurotypes… but just me not being good enough?

    Am I certain, if it was those things, that they won’t cause exactly the same problems again?

    Am I 100% sure I’m thrilled about the world of deadlines, assessments, assignments, citations, references, essays?

    I’m excited to learn new things, I’m excited to have a second chance to achieve a degree. I’m excited for distance learning at a more supportive university. I’m excited for the sense of purpose.

    I’m really hoping that having a better understanding of myself will provide me with better ways to address the challenges I will face. I know I’m going to have to frame studying as something I want to do, not something I have to do – as a goal on the path to living within my PDA flow. I’m also aware now that my brain thrives on novelty, not routine, so finding ways to mix up my studying should help. Equally, I could try role playing an academic, because that might help lessen the felt demands of studying.

    I’m going to be able to get accommodations for a more complete amount of my disabilities now. I especially predict that helping with ADHD, as PDA isn’t as well known or a recognised diagnosis in itself. My hope is that because my diagnostic report specifies PDA that those supporting me will have an awareness and a willingness to be flexible in their approach.

    The only aspects that aren’t covered is my complex trauma history, which can in itself be disabled when I am triggered, and re-experiencing, and potential dyscalculia. I think eventually I will have to seek a private diagnosis for both, likely starting with the dyscalculia as this will affect science modules (especially as I’m going to have to take a biology and chemistry module! Not looking forward to that – but credit requirements and prerequisities makes it necessary).

  • PDA + trauma = ?

    When I started this blog, I wanted to share the perspective of a PDAer living with complex trauma. One of the key ways that affects my PDA presentation is that I only barely meet the criteria of using ‘socially skilled avoidance’. Because it never worked. It was never safe to try. Or people would push me so hard, I’d rocket up the triangle shown by the PDA society here.

    I’ve mentioned before here that I learnt to fawn for control, everywhere. It’s hard to know where the balance lies when it comes to healing the trauma response, unmasking, and being healthy. My therapist emphasises choice – choosing to engage or avoid, freely, rather than reacting out of trauma or PDA related nervous system activation. This feels to me to related to a drive for autonomy, which always makes a lot of sense to me. I think it would take a life with a lot of autonomy to be able to respond from choice, rather than PDA.

    I don’t know if with time I’ll start to discover and learn the more socially skilled avoidance approaches. It still seems to me that faced with those, most people apply force, even to a fellow adult. NTs are big on compliance, for sure.

    I suspect that I will remain a PDAer that uses outright refusal as a simple way to set boundaries.

  • What I hope for..

    .. when I write here.

    I hope that an unhatched PDAer (credit goes to @autismsupsoc) finds this page, and begins to find themselves.

    I hope that by sharing what helps me function, a fellow PDAer might find something that helps them, or it might spur an idea of their own to help themselves.

    I hope allists learn about a little known area of the autism experience.

    I hope parents get a sense of adult life with PDA.

    I hope to better understand myself.