Nervous system regulation

Confessional

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I have a confession to make. I love my son, like more than I could ever possibly describe. He is my everything, but… Right now…I do not want to Mom, like, at all. And that my dear friends, is causing me to feel like a massive piece of shit human.

Here’s the deal, my recent life circumstances made it impossible for me to care for him in the way that I normally would. Thank everything holy, his dad was able to step in and fill the role that is and has been since my son’s birth, mine. The role of primary parent.

The part of me that feels like a massive piece of shit human wants to tell you that I got used to having less responsibility and I don’t want to give it up. The part of me that loves to beat myself up for everything, even the things out of my control, wants to hang it’s (my…our?) head and wallow in shame, calling myself selfish, self centered, lazy, uncaring, heartless, bad bad bad… Bad mom. The truth, I think, is more complicated.

I have, since my son was born, as is my tendency, given too much of myself. I, mostly on my own and chronically ill, attachment/gentle parent an autistic, PDA child. If you don’t understand what that means, I took the hard road without near enough support, in a broken body, with a child who is “extra”.

Looking back, I would not change the decisions that I made in my choices of how to parent but…I was burnt the fuck out before life just knocked me on my ass. *Sigh*. On top of that, the ass kicking that the universe just bestowed upon me, made a couple of things very clear to me. If I want to heal, I have to put myself first. I have to engage in the activities that bring me joy, peace, and help me to process. I have to invest time in my healing. I don’t get to just half ass try and fit healing tools in on the sly when I steal a moment alone. I HAVE TO. If not, my son won’t have a mom at all.

I wrote recently about how I healed the first time that I had a run in with chronic illness. On my own, in a safe space for the first time in my life, I spent my time learning what I needed (that’s key, what I actually needed) and immersing myself in those routines/activities. This is how I became regulated. This is how I healed.

I’m in a tough spot right now. My son’s father will be returning to work soon. I will have to go back to full time primary parent. And this is where I feel like a selfish asshole. I don’t want to. I feel resentful about it. I think that that actually makes sense though and it definitely doesn’t mean that I am a horrible person or mom. It means that I need to focus on healing and I an unsure of how to navigate this. How is it possible to find balance? It means that I’m scared, terrified really. What if I lose the gains that I’ve made? What if I’m unable to heal I’m this circumstance? What if, and I think this is my biggest fear, what if I don’t make it? And by that, I mean, I either become fully incapacitated or I lose my life and… The part of that that kicks me in the teeth, rips my guts out, stabs me straight through the fucking heart..my son doesn’t have his mom.

I feel like I need to be selfish temporarily,in order to ever truly be what he needs. Pray for me. Send me love. All the good things that might help me to figure out this balance. Or advice? Leave a comment below.

Realization…unmasking as the key to healing

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I’ve just had a realization.

I’ve been sick for almost 12 years but this is not my first run in with chronic illness. I was sick first, when I was about 19. I was only sick for a year or two and while debilitating, I was not as sick as I have been this time.

The causes of chronic illness, in general, are complex. My situation is no different and I’m not going to go into all of that in this post. What I do want to talk about is my “recovery”.

At the time, I attributed my healing to diet changes. Other than rest forced by the illness and a few supplements (I can’t remember any specifics other than a prenatal multivitamin. That was my doctor’s advice. Rest, take a prenatal and, you know, don’t be stressed). If you’ve read any of my recent posts, you know that I am doing Primal Trust, and that I believe nervous system regulation to be key to healing. Not that I think the diet changes and supplements had nothing to do with my healing, I am positive that they contributed but… What I just realized, is that it was nervous system regulation that was the key.

This… This all comes back to me being undiagnosed autistic. At the time of my healing, I was no longer in school and had just moved into my own house. My ex husband and I were in the best place, relationship wise that we ever were. And I… I had a lot of space to experiment with just being myself. I, my dear readers, was unmasked for the first and dare I say, only time in my life.

My days were spent doing as I pleased with no fear of repercussion. I got up, took a bath, exercised (as I became able), sang (I’ve recently realized that this is my biggest stim), danced… I spent all of my time with my animals or with my then husband, who, at the time, I trusted. At night, we watched movies and I engaged in my special interests.

This is not a life that is supported by the society that we live in but it is a life ideally suited to me. Add in abundant time in nature (which hey, guess what? I had my own home with a pool, I was out in the back yard a lot in the summer) and I’m in heaven. Of course I was regulated. Of course this was the only time in my life that I’ve ever felt truly healthy.

My task then, (and this really is THE task of all neurodivergent folks (and honestly, of all people, it’s just that it comes glaringly into focus for those of us whose needs are further outside of the societal norms), isn’t it?) is to find a way to build a life that suits me within the confines of this oppressive society (all the while, attempting to effect change in any was possible). A life that prizes space and creativity and regulating movement/sound and nature and deep deep dives into the topics that feed my soul…

This is no small task. All the more reason to keep talking about our needs as autistic humans. This is integral to our health, to our very existence. This is essential to a healthy society as a whole.

Autistic… Just a traumatized INFJ?…No

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Last night, while watching videos on YouTube, I watched a video by Irene at The Thought Spot. Irene shared a comment that she received. The comment read “Hey just wondering how autism shows up for you? You seem very articulate and self aware and have deep empathy. I’m wondering if you perhaps have the INFJ HSP CPTSD COMBO that can look and feel a bit like autism and or ADHD but when we get our nervous system regulated AND our attachment traumas healed we would not qualify for an autism diagnosis ❤️”

Ok, so Irene does a full assessment of the comment, line by line, in her video. You can watch that here. Since she does such a thorough job, I’m not even going to get into the implication that if you are autistic, you can’t be articulate, self aware or have deep empathy (🙄). I only want to touch on my reaction, my internal response to hearing this comment.

I’ve written before that I no longer question whether or not I am autistic. I know that I am. I’ve done enough research, I’ve had my autismness validated by an autistic therapist and I just know, man… My life finally makes sense. I am autistic.

At first, for a long time, I experienced an almost panicky sense of imposter syndrome. Even though I knew…I needed outside validation. What if I was wrong? I can’t claim something this huge and be wrong. That is why I am on a two year waiting list to have an official assessment. Even though I no longer question it and I no longer feel like I need that outside validation, I intend on going through with the assessment so that I will (hopefully…) come up against less backlash from the outside.

Even though I KNOW, and I do know, this comment threw me for a bit of a loop. Imposter syndrome and fear of being wrong struck me hard, briefly. I am an INFJ. Once upon a time, I identified as an HSP, and Lord knows I am highly sensitive. C- PTSD…check. I also know that my nervous system is dysregulated, that is why I’m doing Primal Trust (I do think that most, if not all autistic people would benefit from nervous system regulation work. We the in and process so much information, it serves that better regulation of our nervous systems would help with “symptoms” of autism but autism is not the “symptoms” it is a difference in brain structure). Attachment traumas….again…. check.

After breathing through a bit of panic, I started thinking about it. Irene mentions, in her video, that she was actually at her healthiest when she was diagnosed with autism. Thinking about myself…same. I am most definitely not at my physically healthiest but mental health wise, yeah, I am. I may still have work to do on my attachment wounds (and yes, definitely my nervous system) but I’ve already done a lot of work. Irene says that she believes that if she had sought an autism diagnosis when she was less mentally healthy, she would have been misdiagnosed with OCD and BPD. That is what happened to me. My official diagnosis, back in the day, back when I was very unstable, was Borderline Personality Disorder with Avoidant and Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder traits. Healthier does not equal no autism.

The more I thought, the more irritated I felt. My personality type and my trauma has nothing to do with autism traits that have present since my childhood. Especially, if they were present before enough trauma to cause C- PTSD, like the fact that I started speaking abnormally early (first word four months, sentences before one year). My personality type and trauma also has nothing to do with my father (my dad is an INTP) or the much of his family that, now that I know what I’m looking for, seem clearly autistic to me.

Then there is my son. My personality type and trauma does not account for his hand flapping and other very obvious physical stims that have been present his whole life. It does not account for his damn near all encompassing demand avoidance, or his use of echolalia, his food sensitivities, his tendency to hit himself when frustrated, or constant vocal stimming…

It’s funny, this comment, which was meant to be invalidating of Irene’s experience, diagnosis…life, actually ended up reinforcing what I already know that I know. Which is that I an autistic, as is my son. It also highlights just how important autism awareness is, like awareness spread by those who are actually autistic. The misinformation is…*sigh*…it just is….

I will continue to do my part and speak about my experiences. If you are able, I ask I that you do the same.

Creative Energy

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I hadn’t drawn in 5 years. I was drawing frequently, almost daily, when I got pregnant with my son. Shortly after I found out that I was pregnant, I got really sick. I wasn’t physically able to draw… And then I had an infant and then a toddler…What I was drawing at the time never got finished.

I’ve felt the need to process some emotions recently and because I’ve had a bit of space, I decided to get myself some drawing pencils and get back into it.

Yesterday, I mentioned that I’ve been doing Primal Trust. Dr. Cat makes it clear that when starting the program, you may feel worse before you feel better. You may have an increase in symptoms, more anxiety, insomnia… While I am already feeling somewhat better, I’m definitely experiencing some of that.

I’ve had a slight increase in energy. When I say slight, I mean that I still have virtually no energy. I can not do much but I can feel the difference. What I do have though, is an abundance of creative energy…. But not enough physical energy to express it all. It’s uncomfortable to say the least, but as I understand it, a good thing. Healing is happening. Things are moving.

Anyway, I guess all of that was just to say, I may be sharing more…more posts, more drawings, more who knows what … We shall see🤷