Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

A New Psychologist And A Holiday



I see my psychiatrist every three months or so and while she is AMAZING keeps my meds in check and does talk therapy I really benefited from seeing someone for therapy more regularly. I was hesitant to find a new psychologist; my first one was incredible but when she left the next person I saw was a really bad fit. 

Frankly, the rigmarole of going through my whole story again only to potentially not click with them seemed too much like hard work. But when I saw my GP the other day to get a new script she told me about a new person starting at their clinic she is new to the psychology field and as a trainee she is still getting her hours up and therefor is providing a free service for 6 months.

It had been more than a year since I last saw someone and it was too good an offer to refuse so today I met up with Fiona. She was lovely! She asked me what I wanted to achieve from our sessions and I said I finally wanted to work on my eating disorder. The thing that rules my life and makes me the most miserable is also one of the hardest things to let go.

This session was mostly giving my history but she was able to read me quite well, she seemed to understand the way I think and gave some helpful insights, I am looking forward to working with her more and terrified at the same time. I am scared of losing my control, I am scared of getting fat and I am scared of not caring that I’m getting fat – which doesn’t really make any sense but then again, what part of this does?

In other news, school went back today and I am going to Brisbane on Thursday!! I am sick to death of the negative zero temperatures where I live and so sunny Queensland should offer a nice respite somewhere in the mid 20’s ahh T-shirt weather, have I mentioned how much I HATE winter? (Yes Jamoalki, I KNOW it’s nothing compared to where you live but I have a low cold tolerance!)

So I am going with my father for his birthday and taking my oldest son to visit my brother who lives there with his family while my Mum is gallivanting around Canada with her sugar daddy. (more on that later…) We are really looking forward to it, particularly Mr 14 as this will be his first time on an aeroplane. 

Well the day has flown by and I must retrieve the killdren children from the bus now, I will take my laptop to QLD and hopefully get a chance to do some writing, blogging and photo taking while I am there.  

Do you click well with your psychologist?
Are you a winter or a summer person?
Am I a wuss for thinking minus 8 Celsius is really fricken cold?

Friday, 2 June 2017

Animals and Mental Health




Clive and I
As a natural born animal lover and someone who has spent most of her life working in the pet industry, I may be a little biased when I say that keeping animals as pets does wonders for the human psyche. But there have been a number of studies done over the years stating that frequent interaction with animals improves both mental and physical health and some even say that owning pets can make you live longer.

Of course we see evidence of the important role therapy animals play in helping people with physical disabilities every day and we all think of the classic golden Labrador when talking about seeing eye dogs. 

Now I am starting to see more and more dogs of varying breeds on visits to shopping centres, some say “hearing dog” on their little jackets but many of these are un specified ‘service animals’ and play big part in helping those of us with mental health issues such as anxiety stay grounded and perform tasks such as grocery shopping more comfortably.

 Another great example of using animals as therapy is ‘hippotherapy’ which is despite the name, is actually the practice of using horses as therapy animals – it might not be quite as cool as using hippopotamus’s, but it is still very cool! I personally know a few families that have had wonderful success when their Autistic children with severe language and sensory processing disorders have gone on to develop strong bonds with a horse as they learn to trust each other through touch and body language.

But how do animals improve our mental health?

1       Unconditional love and devotion
This is the big one, something that is impossible to achieve with humans. Animals, dogs in particular will always love you and forgive you no matter what, even if you were too tired to take them for a walk today – or yesterday, even if dinner was two hours late and even if you got mad at them 15 minutes ago for chewing your brand new slippers. As soon as you say their name that tail will start wagging 100 miles an hour and

   They don’t talk back
Unless of course you have a trained parrot, in which case any back chat is usually exceptionally cute and sometimes hilarious bordering on the inappropriate. But in all honesty, if you are unable to introduce your pet parrot to your grandmother then you have most likely brought that upon yourself!
But the ability to be able to simply pour your heart out to your feline friend and then be validated by soft cuddles and purring instead of judgement and opinions can go a long way.

3       Ability to pick up on emotional cues
Animals have this innate ability to tell when you are having a bad day and then respond to it appropriately. Who can stay angry for long when those big puppy dog eyes are staring at you with such devotion? I know when I am sad or depressed my animals always respond, my little Pomeranian ‘Deigo’ is particularly in tuned to my feelings and on bad days he will sneak up onto the bed next to me and just cuddle quietly into me giving me the odd reassuring lick to tell me he loves me.

4       No Judgement
So you haven’t showered in three days and just ate a full tub of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream while binge watching seasons 1 and 2 of The Gilmore Girls. So what? As long as your furry companion can cuddle up on the couch next to you then as far as they are concerned, just let it be.

5     Responsibility
Owning a pet, while extremely rewarding, also forces us to be responsible for something other than ourselves and this is important. On days when the depression is winning our pets still need us, their whole little worlds revolve around us and even if getting out of bed seems impossible we still need to feed them, walk them, talk to them and love them. While it can feel like a chore, being forced out of bed to take little LuLu outside into the sunshine for a pee is actually very good for us.


"Blackie"
During my many years working in the pet store we had tons of regular customers, we saw these customers go through all manner of life events, we saw how the bond of a dog could be lifesaving after the death of a spouse, we watched the hilarity of merging blended cat families together, lent fish out for weddings, watched custody fights over blue tongue lizards after divorce, supplied information to help convince tentative landlords that keeping a pet turtle would be fine in a rental home, we even babysat an axolotl while one man did a 3 month tour over in Afganastan.

Some of our customers were unable to keep pets at their own houses but came in every week just to visit. One older lady came into the shop every single morning at 9:30am Monday to Sunday for over 5 years and never bought a thing, her visits were part of her daily routine and helped keep her mental health on track. Pets are simply a huge part of human society, they need us and we need them.

As my regular readers know, my own animals are a big part of my life, I live on a farm and keep many pets. They are just as good as my children at helping me keep structure and routines in my days, better possibly because they can’t tell me what they need verbally so we need to be more in tune with each other and communicate on a deeper level. 

I also love the way they don’t judge me if I’m still in my pyjamas when I take them for a walk around the farm and they don’t yell at me for forgetting to buy cornflakes or neglecting to remind them their major history assessment worth 50% of their grade is due the next morning… 

"Diego"
So I believe that having animals in your life is an important part of maintaining good mental health. For people with fur allergies fish are excellent pets, I can literally spend ½ hour just staring at my big fish tank watching all the goings on – it’s a bit like meditation for me! Even if you can’t own a pet yourself then go to your local pet store and pat a bunny, visit the zoo or even ask if you can walk your neighbours dog while they are at work. I promise, it will brighten up your day!


PS : To those lovely people who were concerned, I am also pleased to report ‘Monet’ the Siamese Fighting Fish is very doing well, I put him in a different tank and while he is still having some difficulties eating, his fins are healing, he seems much happier and he’s even building a bubble nest!

Monday, 29 August 2016

On Koala's and Leaving the house



It’s bitterly cold today but spring is so close I can almost touch it – see my flowers are flowering!

We have a wood fireplace and an L shaped house, the fire is in one end of the L and the living areas are in the other, so I am sitting in the sunny window of the lounge room binge drinking black coffee and willing the warmth from the fire to come around the corner. It’s not really working.

A facebook friend who lives near me had a koala come up to her house the other day, I knew they were in the area but I have never been lucky enough to see a wild one. You see my American friends, they are not as common in many parts of Australia as people think, they only like eating a select variety of eucalypt trees and so they don’t tend to be in peoples’ backyards, nor do they occur in such mass as to cling on to the legs of helicopters as they fly away That's a Simpsons reference in case you think I'm crazy(er). 

Living on 100acres of solid Aussie bush land does however increase my odds of sighting one, at least if I should ever actually leave my house and go for a walk. They say that getting back to nature is a wonderful treatment for depression, the trouble is that even with nature on the doorstep I have a hard time finding the will to actually submerge myself in it, I mean I have managed to see Echidnas, Wombats, Wallabies and of course Roo’s without even leaving my bedroom, but unfortunately I think I might have to actually hunt down a Koala.

Whenever I do force myself outdoors I enjoy myself, I love breathing in the scent of the gum trees, I love gardening in my huge vegetable patch and watching my four cheeky cats frolicking in and out of my fairy garden. So it frustrates me that I do have to “force” myself, you would think with so many things I love I would just want to. 

I guess depression is a funny thing, at some point you lose the will to want to help yourself the sheer effort involved doesn’t feel worth the potential happiness – perhaps this is because we perceive happiness differently through depressed eyes, maybe it becomes more of an intellectual definition rather than an emotional feeling and therefor is harder to relate to?

Anyway, I know that I spend an hour a day on the treadmill and roughly an hour a week outside, including walking from house to car and hanging out washing. That’s a pretty poor ratio, I will endeavor to at least triple my outdoors time (baby steps) now that Spring is Spring-ing.
So on a warmer less windy day this week I pledge that I will go for a bush walk and try and spot Koalas for at least one hour, whilst also being careful not to step on any number of venomous snakes that will now be emerging from their winter slumber. And I will photograph my walk to prove I did it! 
Do you have trouble leaving the house even on nice days?