A busy few months

A long time since the last post and a lot has happened.

I ended up being seen by another psychologist who arrived at the same conclusions but produced a report that was much more accurate and more suitable for giving to DWP and other agencies as a summary of my support needs. She also put me in touch with a local autism support group and referred me to a social skills course.

The autism support group is going well. It is a very diverse group. Some people who attend are more obviously on the spectrum than others. Not as many people into science and technology as I expected. The gender balance is 75% male and 25% female which fits with the gender balance at diagnosis. I found it a lot more difficult to start talking than I had expected, but luckily there were people there who had strong enough social skills to get me to open up.

The social skills course seems to be very much a “one size fits all” thing. A lot of it seemed to be about things that I thought I was already pretty good at, but I suppose at nearly 40 years old it would be odd if my social skills hadn’t improved at all in the last 20 years. Nevertheless some of it left me with a feeling of “Well I never knew it was OK to do that”, so it’s useful. There was much talk there about the forthcoming Integrated Autism Service and the facilitators asked us about what we thought we needed from the IAS. Hopefully it’s a sign that the new service recognises that we are a very diverse bunch of people and that what helps some of us may not be helpful to the rest of us.

In the last month I found out that I have made it onto the waiting list for supported housing in another county. The waiting list is short so the wait should be months rather than years. Hopefully moving away from this town will help reduce the flashbacks from my relationship with my ex. It should also make it easier to rebuild my life without constantly encountering my ex’s flying monkeys. (Flying monkeys can be anyone who believes a narcissist’s fake persona including the narcissist’s spouse, child, friend, sister, brother or cousin. Flying monkeys are usually unwittingly manipulated people who believe the smears about the narcissist’s victim although they may be another narcissist working in tandem. They differ from enablers in that enablers only permit or cover for a narcissist’s behaviour. Flying monkeys go further and actively carry out abuse on behalf of the narcissist.)

My drinking is now reduced to the amounts I was drinking before I met my ex so I’ve been discharged by the Drug and Alcohol Team with a letter to my doctor asking him to continue my Nalmefene. Still waiting for the mental health assessment after being referred over 2 years ago, but you can’t have everything.

Diagnosis : ASD

I have finally had the draft report back from the psychologist. All diagnostic criteria for ASD met. AQ 44/50 and EQ 19/80. The psychologist is “reasonably certain” that I’m autistic. The report is, however, riddled with inaccuracies about traumatic events in my life history. The inaccuracies would not affect the diagnosis, but would be defamatory if they were made public in any way, so I have to be careful how I word the next few sentences. Basically the psychologist interviewed only my mother and me about my life history. He claimed that I had been nearly killed several times as a child. That much was true, but he claimed that one of us had said that it was a relative who did it. It wasn’t a relative and both of us said categorically that it was pupils at a well-known British boarding school that did it. I will not name the school to protect my anonymity. I have no fear of the school suing me for defamation, as the events I describe did actually take place. He also claimed that I had been sexually assaulted multiple times. Again not true – two boys at the same boarding school attempted to rape me once and that is all. The staff at the school were informed of all these incidents and they did absolutely nothing, preferring to denounce me as a liar and sweep it all under the carpet. I did however get interviewed by the national TV news after I was withdrawn from the school and I named the school and the abuse that took place. The school, tellingly, made no comment and took no action. Anyhow, the draft report has been returned to the psychologist with our corrections. The psychologist appears to be dragging his feet over issuing the final report and seeing me for a follow-up appointment. The psychologist had intended to be my main contact for my autism and mental health issues, but given that he seems to have been unable to record accurately what he has been told, I would rather be seen by somebody else – either that or I’ll have to take a voice recorder in to each appointment. I’m left wondering if there is anybody in our local mental health service who can do their job without making a complete hash of it.

Meanwhile the complaint procedure continues to run its course with the complaint about the delays and errors in the assessment process now having been escalated to the Head of Mental Health Nursing who seems to be frantically trying to pin the blame on Mr S (the APN who started the autism assessment) for the whole debacle. This is convenient for them as Mr S now works for another Health Authority and so is not in a position to defend himself.

On the plus side, the draft report is helping me to describe my support needs and access support. It was recommended that the effects of my current housing situation on my mental health should be investigated and sorted out. If you are a regular reader you may already know that I have ongoing problems with noise from a neighbour, made worse by the fact that I have hyperacusis (over-sensitivity to sudden noises and background noise). I have seen a support worker from a mental health housing charity, armed with my draft report. They have said that they will help me find somewhere to live and support me in living as independently as possible, whether it’s in one of their own properties or a private or social tenancy. I’m very grateful to my relative for giving me sanctuary for so long, but I’ve always struggled for space here and struggled with the noise. I need to learn to be as independent as possible. And now it’s going to happen.

The second recommendation was for a referral for a full mental health assessment by the Community Mental Health Team (CMHT). The CMHT is the secondary mental health care system that I described in my article “Mind The Gap!” Because I hadn’t told anybody in the mental health system about the abuse that I had endured at various times in my life (including my last relationship) until the psychologist interviewed me I have a hunch that he suspects that I may have some form of PTSD. I suspect so too. In the last two years especially I have had some symptoms that are more typical of PTSD than autism. When my relatives helped me move out from my partner’s home they described me as resembling somebody who had come back from a battlefield – withdrawn, easily alarmed, short-tempered, alert, staring constantly into the distance. I have difficulty getting asleep and staying asleep. I have intrusive memories of the abuse that gets triggered by things like the neighbours arguing or even going to the nearest supermarket where she had verbally abused me while I was having a panic attack. My brain replays the abuse every day, several times a day. It does seem to happen less often as time goes on, though. I drank like a fish to escape the worst of my ex’s rages, to take the edge off the anxiety and to get to sleep and stay asleep even when my ex had started using sleep deprivation tactics on me. I used to be afraid of falling asleep because I never knew whether I would be allowed to sleep or if she would wake me up after about two hours screaming wild accusations at me like a deranged Sergeant Major. Of course, once I was awake enough to be able to understand what she had to say and ask her what had upset her she gave me the silent treatment, making sure that I was left completely terrified and disoriented. Weird how the law works in this country. If somebody in the military or the police does that to a captive then it is treated as torture – a criminal offence. But until just under two years ago it was not a criminal offence in a domestic abuse context. That said, marital rape was legal in this country until 1991. It seems that the UK has a terrible track record for tolerating atrocities as long as they are committed in private.

After the breakup I continued to self-medicate, but I’m slowly cutting down. I have to say that the local substance misuse charity and the health service’s drug and alcohol team have been far more helpful in the last two years than the mental health service. No waiting lists, no errors and they have helped me with my mental health issues by referring me for counselling when the mental health service did absolutely sod all. I’ve had my first session of the current six session block of counselling and I went armed with the draft report. This counsellor has 8 years of experience as a counsellor which is a refreshing change as I usually end up with students. She also has many more years of experience in mental health. She totally understands how autistic people think and also how people with BPD like my ex think. She was able to confirm a lot of things that I had been told in the support groups for partners of people who have BPD. Relationships between people who have BPD and people who are autistic are very common. There’s enough of an overlap in personality traits for attraction to occur. Autistic people are less likely to challenge the difficult behaviours of people with BPD which adds to the attraction. However when the relationship matures the differences in personality become problematic. The autistic partner’s need for lots of alone time triggers the borderline’s fear of abandonment causing the borderline to test their partner’s boundaries. The borderline may act out, sometimes abusively. The autistic partner is confused and infuriated by their partner’s behaviour which leads to the autistic partner becoming more distant and seeking solace in routine. The borderline partner is infuriated by their partner’s apparent rigidity, stubbornness and coldness. In other words, my last relationship was a train-wreck waiting to happen. Neither of us could help how we were, but we made each other worse and even knowing what we know now about each other we would still be very bad for each other. It’s a case of the 3C’s – “I didn’t cause my partner’s condition. I can’t cure my partner. I can’t control my partner.”

So lots happening all of a sudden. Whew. That was a long post. 2.5 hours to write when I had only intended to take half an hour. It’s now very late in the night and I have to be up at dawn so I should stop now. If you haven’t been bored rigid by now then thanks for reading.

Mind the gap!

It pays to complain it seems. Last Friday I had a phone call to (hastily) arrange an appointment with the Head of Adult Psychology who turned out to have a familiar name. Dr D used to work at the Local Mental Health Unit as a psychologist/psychotherapist so I had heard a lot of good things about him from service users. He has a very professional manner and a lot of expertise in personality psychology and personality disorders. I have a lot of faith in him. I was given an AQ and EQ questionnaire to fill in, but they weren’t needed as they had found Mr S’ notes. This meant that Dr D concentrated on gathering more of my history.

On Monday he saw my mother and me together and today he saw us separately. I noticed that the questions he asked were more like a general mental health assessment than necessarily specific to autism, but given that I have a history of being abused that seems sensible. He also asked about my alcohol consumption and if I was getting help to reduce. I said that I was getting help and that I was happy for him to link up with my key-worker at the substance misuse team, mainly because I think a lot of my difficulties have been down to various parts of the health service treating different conditions without communicating with each other. Until recently nobody has co-ordinated my care. Ultimately I don’t particularly care any more what the diagnosis turns out to be so long as it is accurate and I get the right support and treatment. I am tempted to second guess the diagnosis though! I think of it as a sequence of layers – autism at the bottom causing generalised anxiety disorder in the middle, coupled with PTSD from the abuse (also in the middle) with substance misuse disorder on the top caused by years of self-medicating against the anxiety and memories of the abuse. It’ll mean a lot of time in therapy, but I’ve been trying to get therapy for a long time anyway so it would be an answer to my prayers.

The mental health system in the UK is very much a two-tier system. If you have ‘mild’ mental health issues you get treated in primary care which usually means 6 hours of CBT or counselling and a repeat prescription of antidepressants. Every so often the doctor changes the antidepressant if you don’t improve. If you’re lucky you might get another 6 hours of counselling. Rinse and repeat. If on the other hand you have what is classed as severe mental health issues you get treated in secondary care. You get classified as having severe mental health issues if you have a personality disorder or symptoms of psychosis. The trouble is that there are people who fall in between these two classifications with moderate mental health issues. They used to get treatment in secondary care, but since the hospitals closed secondary care has had to treat more people without a bigger budget. Secondary care understandably prioritised people with the most severe conditions which meant that those of us in the middle ended up receiving inadequate care in the primary care system. I’ve been falling through this gap for a very long time. “Mind the Gap“, an article from The Psychologist offers a very interesting solution to this problem.

Drink and Drugs

I’ve been drinking too much for a long time. It’s mainly been self-medication. It was at its worst around the end of my last relationship which had been increasingly turbulent with time. With hindsight, my ex’s escalating BPD and my autism and escalating drinking was a recipe for disaster. Counselling with a peer mentor got me down from 35-40 units a day in the months after the separation to between 8 and 22 units a day depending on anxiety levels with the occasional day off. However it was a struggle to cut back any further so I’m now trying an anti-craving drug. The liver function test which I didn’t know I had to have was a wake-up call. Luckily the result was not too serious – some inflammation, but reversible if I cut down or stop. I now have to have blood tests every few months – not good as I can’t stand needles, but at least it’ll keep me motivated. The doctor is trying me on Nalmefene first but for some reason none of the pharmacies in town stock it and only one will order it in. Very odd. I’ll start on the Nalmefene on Thursday and see how it goes.