Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Photo A Day - Day 135


I was absent yesterday - absent from twitter, blogger, blipfoto, work and from life

The theme red yesterday so could have easily been blood.......so could easily have not continued....

"I aten't Dead" - Granny Weatherwax

I had spent a fitful night crying but with tears that would not come, then around 6ish in the morning I gave up, I came downstairs and finally the tears came, I bawled my eyes out. But along with the tears came something else as I slid further down that dark passage. I wanted to cut myself, to run a blade across my skin to see the blood.

I used to self harm - yesterday morning was the closest that I have been to doing it in years. Self harm is not about attention seeking, showing off or wanting to die. Its about validation of pain, proving that you really are still alive. Most people would never have known that I self harmed - we are masters at hiding it. I wore long sleeved tops or I cut or burnt myself in places where no one would see.  I was clever just enough for the pain and the blood but not enough for permanent visible scars - well mostly there are a few tail tail reminders (if you know where to look).

I knew how easy it would be to walk into the kitchen and grab a knife to run its blade along my arm and have that release - but I also knew that I would be disappointed in myself, that I didn't know if I could stop. My mind was being destructive and I wanted to destroy things - but again the small part of rationality that was holding on for dear life told me that I would regret that some things are irreplaceable.
That small part of rationality made me put the knives in Jeeves (the dishwasher) and turn it on. 

But I think that the small part of rationality might have fallen in and got trapped.

I was tired, tired of everything I wanted sleep, I wanted oblivion.

It was not a suicide attempt - but I knew that it could possibly kill me - I just wanted some rest so I took a sleeping tablet (one that I know that I am allergic too).

If anyone has ever gone into anaphylactic shock - I have its not fun - then you will understand just how irrational I was being - thankfully all I suffered was tingling and mild swelling of my lips and a shocking headache (sadly no sleep).

I knew it could kill me I left a note for Mr Mouse:
"I have taken a sleeping tablet
If I am dead ring work and tell them I hope that are fucking happy
If I am not dead ring work and tell them what ever you fucking like"

I got a very deserved slap from Mr Mouse when he woke up (no he does not beat me, he is not violent - he was just scarred, I know because he has put me in similar situations with his depression).

Mr Mouse made me sit in the corner of Woe all day - I was not allowed to open my package that arrived, I was not allowed to watch Jewellery Maker TV, or any other random rubbish that I normally put on. He did let me play with buttons and fabric - he knows that sewing is my therapy.

I am not proud of myself - I just wanted the world to go away to give me some peace.

So why the venom towards work?

I have multiple health issues - these are not something that I have ever hidden, with the exception of one to its true extent - depression.

Well despite that I thought I was getting back on track - I was told last week that they are putting me through the 'capability' procedure for absence. Its not a reflection on my quality of work, but to help me, to make sure that everything is in place for me to be a productive employee or whether there are adjustments that can be made blah, blah, blah. Now there are a few steps to the official procedure - but yes you've guess it the ultimate consequence is no job.

Now last week I was pissed off, I was ready to fight. I had an enjoyable weekend but I knew that anxiety was lurking under my skin and that I was walking further into the dark. The fight has turned into a destructive rage. I am the little girl who wants to run to her mummy but I have been swallowed up by a monster.

I still need my Mum to tell me that I am not a mess - to remind me what I have achieved.

I battled ME and depression, they never left, but I was able to rejoin life. For years I have held down full time jobs including active jobs. I learnt that to support myself meant I had to sacrifice other parts of life - its choice I was happy make.

Ironically this year my 'absence' has been less than last year - the ME side of things is improving (well unless the anxiety, stress, depression take a real good hold). This year its has mostly been down to my back. I originally injured it as a teenager, but beyond the odd flair here and there its been fine all these years. Until Easter 2011 when I woke up in agony, I struggled through a day. The next day I woke up in agony and tried to walk but collapsed. Waiting for paramedics to come out to pick you off of the floor is not fun, having to attend out of hours doctors at your local hospital it not fun, screaming in pain at the slightest of movements it not fun. Having to get your husband to help you dress, move etc is not fun. Waking up in the middle of the night screaming in pain is well yes I think you get the idea. 

Not long after it improved I went again - spasm. And I was told that it could take months to get better again. A few months ago it went back into spasm, now I knew that it was causing sciatica - what I didn't realise is that 'most' people only get sciatica on one side I get it on both - so makes mobility even more problematic when it goes. It has gone back into spasm a few more times and I have a suspicion that my extreme periods may also be setting it off.

I have now been told that its another chronic condition to add to my list.

But I have been referred to the hospital and I am due to start what I am calling back school soon. There is nothing that can be done for my back - I just have to learn to control it and have to build up those core muscles. Ah there's the rub - ME limits my physical activity.

Anyway so work know about this - they must understand that I am not malingering...right!?

But then absence has been an issue for the last few years - I have had one or two things to deal with that have all had their impacts on my general well being - threw me out of balance. 

I am disabled  - there I have said it sometimes I don't think I say it enough - sometimes yes I think I should be given praise for just getting up (and maybe cake and presents). 

I defy anyone who is of 100% health to have coped with my last few years.

2009 I got married - now planning the wedding was not stressful, it was enjoyable (there were a few family political issues to deal with but not much). But and there is a big BUT...

Pre-wedding/during wedding/just after wedding (some of these events might be out of order as you can imagine the last few years have been a bit of a jumble, some things have probably been missed out, some things, full extent have been deliberately left out):

Mr Mouses Mum had a stroke - very worrying time indeed, thankfully fine now (well in the grand scheme of things), but we all had to learn and promise to abide by her do not resus wishes (a reality of life but not something that you want to be facing when you are at the end of your 20s). She has been left with some mobility issues but she is an amazingly strong woman and fights on.

My dog developed a mystery illness - I had a spaniel before Ferdinand - he was a black and white English Springer Spaniel, we got him on the day of my grandfathers funeral and he was my companion while I was ill, at times he felt like my only friend. We discovered that it was puppy mites (he was 10) and he seemed to rally (but the story doesn't end there).

My Mum already feared that her Cancer had come back, she was having nightmares and was afraid that she wouldn't make it to the wedding. We kept these fears quiet. Hoping for the best, silently fearing the worse.

Mr Mouse finally admitted and sought help for his depression - that's his story to tell not mine.

My Dad had a suspected DVT - again a worrying time.

In the back of our minds I think we were always wondering if Robins Nan would make it to the wedding (she did).

Wedding - the last photos that I have of my family together (well almost complete - my Uncle (mums brother) was able to make it over from America but my Aunt needed to stay behind and look after their animals). A wonderful day.

Mr Mouse was manoeuvred into a position where he felt he needed to quit work for his sanity - freelance was always where he was heading anyway - we knew that there would be financial issues but we thought we could cope.

My dog seemed to be declining.

Then the news that I knew was coming but totally floored my anyway - My Mums Cancer had come back.

Finally a doctor seemed willing to send Mr Mouse for tests on his neck - MRI scan - and a not very helpful letter along the lines of - surgery not needed at this time, maybe required in the future, hope the pain gets better. No offers of support or physio nothing.

I finally got sent for an ultrasound scan - I think the doctors only sent me to shut me up, never expecting that what I had been telling them for years was actually what was wrong with me. I was finally diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome. When I saw doctor for the official diagnosis - I got told I am lucky, one ovary is perfectly fine and that having children wont be a problem - she didn't answer any of my concerns (ie increased risk of diabetes, possibility of pre-diabetes, stoke risk - yearly tests that I should have - she just printed a leaflet - one I'd already read and told me to ask the questions). Queue another doctor and lots of reading and while not impossible, starting a family might not happen. Every year older makes it more difficult. How do you come to terms with keeping up hope but having to be realistic? 

And the associated risks are very real, I need to have yearly MOT.

Now why did they not pick it up - well most doctors are under the delusion that you do not have or have limited periods - I am regular but they are mostly periods from hell. I once told an occupational health nurse what I took and she informed me that most people would take one or the other, maybe two, but not all three. She said that given the severity that they can be, they would likely to be covered under the Disability Discrimination Act!

My dog had to be put down - I was with him at the end - we discovered he had liver cancer. Not only was he my dog he was Mums and she knew that she would not live to have another dog.

I got flu - now it was probably swine flu but never diagnosed as that - which lead to chest infection. Another chest infection. Another chest infection. And another when I really should have called the paramedics as breathing was that bad. Poorly lungs needed steroids for a bit.

We were struggling to afford our rented house on one income (I had debts left over from uni - despite being disabled and being told that I would be able to continue to claim some benefits, I wasn't so credit cards made up the shortfall). My Mum offered us life line - she said she wanted Me to have the family house in Oxford - that way she knew that I was provided for and my Brother would continue to always have a home there. So we moved unfortunately work did not move but while I was job hunting my sister-in-law kindly offered me a bed during the week.

We spent as much time as we could back home in the village - visiting my Mum, Mr Mouses Mum (more health issues - gangrene a lost toe and threats that she might lose more), Mr Mouses Nan (her health was continuing to fail).

ME and its needs were forgotten as I pushed my body to its limits and beyond - I started to crash - I ignored it.

Another dog was put to sleep - Mr Mouses 

Mum lost her hair, but never her sense of humour. 

She had a bad reaction to the chemo and had to be taken off of it.

We were just getting ready to celebrate our first wedding anniversary......

....Mum past away.

I was not listened to - Mum ended up in a different crem to Grandma and Granddad. Will never changed. Will not what Mum thought it was. Too many people. House was never going to be mine - house that meant so much to me, over a 100 years of our history gone. Fractured family. Open wounds. Homeless. No where to go. Back home. Job over 100 miles away. Keep on. Crying for help. No one heard. Big mess. Rage. ARGH. No idea how long. Only option find new job. Big mistake. If I had known we were just about to get an offer I would have stuck it out.

But then it didn't end there.
2011 - our dog was attacked by the neighbours dog (a bit more about that here) more stress. Anxiety. Fracturing. Feud. 

Robins Nan past away.

Mess. Rage. Screaming in pain.

Needed to get out. Space - South too expensive. North not. House hunting. Offer. Bank. Mess. Almost lose house. Get it sorted. 

Back at office that I feel comfortable. Starting to heal. Not doing job that I want. Dont think I am really welcome back. 

And BAM....

I have re-read the above and I am trying to decide - delete - publish.

In fact I am feeling anxiety about that decision.

Have I been too honest? Not honest enough. Will letting the mask of the Mouse slip, damage the Mouse? Or will it help to make people understand? Not just about me, the person behind the Mouse, but understand other people who are going through though times, suffer depression, have hidden disabilities?

Will it make people understand that I create as therapy, it reminds me I am alive, to see beauty, to know that I have taken bits and made them into something. That for someone to say that like what I have created (even better buy or commission something. I need to fund my therapy, fabric, buttons and gemstones aren't on prescription - but maybe they should be) is wonderful and yes even constructive criticism with regard to my creations is wanted and craved - otherwise how do I continue to grow!?

So delete or publish?

I have read through again the anxiety over the decision gone as I realise its already been made. Labels filled out.

Now the anxiety returns - I know that once I have pressed that publish button its out there.

Save wait a few moments more.....

The decision has been made I will press publish. But I am that little girl waiting for her Mum to say "go on its ok, you have nothing to fear".


  1. I am so sorry you had such a hard day yesterday and a hard time over the last few years, I guess that is a bit of an understatement. You did right to publish, nobody judges you and hopefully the writing helped you.

    I can't even begin to know how hard depression is, although I do have a few friends that suffer with it, and my sister was treated for it briefly.. that was probably a little different though, it was her work (prison officer) that was the cause.. since leaving that job she has never looked back.. although she does have anger issues (she would disagree - loudly - on this haha

    I can't say anything to help you but anytime you need to vent use your blog, hopefully it helps and all your followers are here for you, even if only in a small way

    PS nice pic :) *hugs*

  2. Thankyou so much for sharing. They say that is the best thing to do to help the healing but, from experience, it is also the hardest because it is so personal and when anxiety is felt, there is that very real fear that people will judge or mock.

    I hope that doing this has helped and you know that there are people there for you that are not just your family...your followers in particular. Hopefully, sharing will also help any others that are going through tough times...reminding us all that we are not alone.

    It is definately true that creativity is a huge therapy (have u seen Stitchlinks.com...a site designed for this purpose) and long may it continue.


  3. I am so glad you decided to publish. It was an incredibly brave thing to do, but no doubt the hardest option for you.

    You are amazing - not only are you talking through your own issues, you are helping others by doing so. Depression is a difficult illness and one that so many do not understand. My brother-in-law ended his struggle with severe depression six months ago, and it breaks my heart to think that it is still such a hidden away subject.

    It really is tragic to see such wonderful people struggling so much with something out of their control. I am so glad you are still sewing, and that it helps you so much.

    I send you the biggest hugs, and I hope tomorrow brings an easier day for you. If you need anything, even just a rant, we're all here for you. xxxx


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