PDA fae

Tag: therapy

  • Emotional flashback.. again

    I’ve been super anxious recently. My antipsychotic depot’s cause this each time so far outside of hospital, for Trauma Reasons. This weeks was better, in that I didn’t get a week of intrusion symptoms, but I did get nightmares the night before.

    I was also extra-sensitive to loneliness. I’m not entirely sure why that’s what came up. I suppose it might have been an emotional flashback. The feeling: all alone in a hostile space, post trauma.

    I emailed the PDA society, my therapist and SANEline, all of which have been good sources of support for me in the past. I also tried nightline for an immediate response, which has historically been the best helpline I’ve used (it’s by students, for students, term time in the UK). It wasn’t so helpful this time, and I should have ended the webchat much sooner – it amounted to a degree of emotional self-harm that night.

    Thankfully the email responses were a lot stronger. The PDA Society supporter urged me not to give up hope of making connections, though they edged on advising learning to mask better which I’m not 100% on board with. They talked about working with a professional and trusted family member/friend to work on mastering ‘social do’s and don’ts’. I can see some use for that, but it’d be nice to get advice on ‘here’s how PDAers meet people they can be themselves with’. I do appreciate them being able to supply recommendations for professionals that can support.

    SANEline suggested hobby groups, and offered questions for further thought. I still need to respond, it’s likely to be a validating discussion. That’s what I find SANEline are most useful for when I talk to them.

    My therapist had the best response, which is perhaps unsurprising given she knows me as an individual. She stated that perhaps humans are not the most reliable source of connection. As such, she suggested that maybe I need to spend some time at a Cat cafe to get some oxytocin. She also reminded me that I can brainspot in my own time to strengthen my brains awareness of my good qualities.

    So I put that into place after my depot injection. Headed straight to the local cat cafe. A kitty prompted clambered straight onto me and wanted to be held for hours. Definite oxytocin hit!

    Following that, I went to the local MH hub to talk to some humans that understand. Had a couple of in depth chats, some light hearted chatting, did a tiny bit of studying. As my therapist predicted, it wasn’t as secure a source of connection – but it was still valuable.

    Then, tonight I had too much demand anxiety to sleep. So, I put on my lava lamp for the first time since being here and chilled out. Over the time I: read my queer fantasy book, read up on developmental psychology to prepare for research assistant volunteering, used Finchcare, and sat and watched the lava lamp to the sound of a fire-scape video on youtube.

    That last activity made me fixate my gaze on the lava lamp, and I began to notice feeling unusually soothed. Gaze fixation is a big part of brainspotting, so I checked if there was another location where that sense of soothing increased. There wasn’t – at the angle I was sat at, my lava lamp seems to fall in my “soothe spot”. I tried it again later in a different room, and yup it’s the spot.

    So I haven’t done the exact brainspotting my therapist recommended, oddly enough – but I have done that! I also did the “injection trauma” spot before leaving my flat to get the depot injection, which does seem to help me cope.

    Now I’ve written it all out, it’s clear to me that was another layer of emotional flashback caused by depot injection. A shorter one this time. I attribute that to the process of brainspotting I’ve started on this trauma. It’s good to now have a brainspot I can use to soothe my way out of emotional flashbacks/help me through them till they end. It’s a reminder that there’s a good reason to meet the demand my therapist gave me to strengthen the neural re-wiring in my own time.

  • Brainspotting…

    …works wonders!

    I’ve been working with an Autistic/ADHD/Dyspraxic/Dyslexic therapist recently, who has a PDA kid on trauma therapy. The modality she uses with PDAers is brainspotting, which is a variant on EMDR. Personally I think it could be called ESDR or EFDR, eye stillness/fixation de-sensitisation and reprocessing therapy. It works on bilateral stimulation, focusing on bodily sensation and rating it (which makes it a somatic therapy) – I tend to picture my bodily sensations as colours – and eye fixations. During this, you think about or visualise either a positive resource, or your trauma, either increasing or decreasing the feeling respectively.

    Tbis therapy (along with lamotrigine) has helped my life hugely. I have a lot more faith in the universe, and feel more comfortable with spirituality. I will post more about this shortly. I feel able to experience enjoyment, and trust in myself. I feel better able to self-advocate, have better self esteem, and better internal communication.

    I won’t say ‘I recommend this’, all I can say is how much this has helped me. It’s really starting to turn my life around. I finally feel like there was a point to surviving.

  • Therapy

    I’m lucky enough to have an autistic therapist, and it’s the most affirming thing I could imagine. I must have found her details a long time ago, they’d been lurking in my bookmarks for years until, during the process of understanding my PDA neurotype, I messaged therapists with a pretty strict set of requirements. Most baulked at them, but my current therapist understood completely and I knew she was the person I needed to be working with.

    She makes me feel ok to be me. Ok to be autistic, ADHD, PDA. Different. It’s so good to work with someone who doesn’t just affirm neurodiversity in the theoretical, but actually lives a neurodivergent life. Someone who understands what it’s like to be a little unidentified autistic kid, and the way that affects you as an adult.

    Something she shared recently really stuck with me: autistic distress doesn’t look like neurotypical distress and therefore it tends to go ignored. Adults believe the neurotypical kid in a dispute, doctors don’t realise how badly your past is affecting you as an adult.

    To me this feels like a small part in a larger bias against autistic people. I really struggled with this last year, before I was hospitalised – it was “autism awareness month” right at the beginning of my self-discovery journey which really didn’t help. It doesn’t feel to me that this world is very good at accepting autistic people as they are. Obviously, there’s things like ABA as an example of that.

    I think the reason I feel it so acutely is that when I was a kid, the adults around me did not like, let alone value, my autistic ADHD self. Compliance was forced, stimming and hyperactivity were stamped out of me, sensory issues were ignored. At primary school, I was ostracised and bullied, including by the teachers. Home wasn’t necessarily any better, or safer, and I learnt to mask constantly. I learnt, without even knowing, that who I actually was, was bad.

    So, I’m grateful to have a professional that sees me for who I am, and values that completely because she shares my autistic experience. Talking with her makes me feel so seen, as if for the first time. For an hour, I’m in a little bubble where we celebrate our autistic selves, whilst validating everything that can make autistic life so hard. If you can, find a therapist who shares your neurodivergence, it’s invaluable.