It has been a few years since my last post and I have faced some life changing events.
Due to continued episodes of depression I left the NHS and became a Disability Assessor for PIP. I simply couldn't get my head around it and coupled with a sense of deep dissatisfaction in the process left that job. Everyone around me encouraged me to go back into the NHS but I had escaped, I was free, there was no way in hell I was going back!
Just before this I had lost my Mom to cancer, and this was thrown into the mix. I have treated a lot of terminal patients in my time, and I'd had enough.
So in the financial meltdown following this and not being able to get a job, we faced loosing the house.
We took the decision to sell and became homeless. Shortly after this my Father took died, and we had not been on good terms at the end. Something I regret.
In the midst of all that, I had started a business as a Market Trader and the business was slowly growing. I am proud to say we had one of the largest selections of incense in the West Midlands (UK).
Eventually, following more family drama we moved into a temporary house. It was in a state and the first week we had a bout of sickness and I for one thought I had reached the end. There is no fun in sitting sideways on a toilet so that you can use the sink as a vomit bowel. It went through the house.
We were then moved into council accommodation for a few months. Oh dear, that was dramatic. So called Road-Men, taking drugs and hanging around. Throwing fireworks at each other with no mind to anyone else that was about. Police raids chasing said knife wielding Roadsters and finally a brutal fight that did not appear to be linked to this bunch of people.
We moved again into a bigger house and that is where we are now. Not going to lie, the neighbourhood could be better and there have been a few incidents. But nothing too onerous.
A few months after we moved in COVID hit. This was not before my wife terrified everyone on the market with the loudest sneeze possible at the beginning of February.
Lockdown was tough. Enough said the better.
After returning to the Market after lockdown things did not improve very quickly. So we decided to open a shop. In that first year we were flying but then a financial feux par on my part caused a down turn which the government, by crashing the economy, saw us eventually close the shop.
Then the bombshell.
My sibling was diagnosed with ADHD. I don't know why but it hit me like a bus. Looking into it it did make a lot of sense in hindsight. All the symptoms were there. As I researched it I began to recognise traits and two and a half years later, in my mid 50's I took was diagnosed with ADHD. I was also advised to seek a ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) assessment.
I have now commenced medication and awaiting the ASD assessment.
Life has been turned upside down, but now I am positive about the future.
Blessings
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