Skillz and Tooolz

Skills I have used this week, in no particular order. Some of them are old faithfuls, some are new trials or discoveries, and some I have intentionally resurrected as the usefulness of going back to things that have helped in the past has been highlighted to me. Sadly a few are not currently available to me, like ballet, massage, and probably others. There are undoubtedly some I've missed, but a good few here to give you some ideas. If you want more information on any of them just give me a shout in the comments or by direct message.

Trying different intense "push" movements instead of destructive physical actions

Writing (CBT and blogging and general brain dumping)

Going in my nook

Old skills such as emailing updates before sessions to help me talk or make sure I stick to my plans

Talking to people and verbalising my head contents

Not giving space to thoughts/urges that are untrue and unhelpful, even if they feel like they are true and helpful

Reminding myself of why those things aren't true and reasons why I do life differently now

Allowing amygdala to party when it really needs to, but not in a destructive way

Sensory walks - touching and smelling the conifer leaves, tiptoeing along the kerb etc

Tai chi

Paying attention to what my body is telling me and how it tells me that (eg. I needed to wear my noise-cancelling headphones the whole time I was in town, not just in noisy shops. I was holding the ends of my sleeves and putting my Tangle in my mouth - seeking tactile and proprioceptive input. My stomach had a sicky feeling of anxiety. I wanted my hood up at the beginning of my sensory walk - wanting to be enclosed and reduce sensory input. My shoulders were up high and tense.)

Achieving small tasks such as cooking a meal, booking an appointment or sweeping the kitchen floor

Stretching/moving my body

Sleeping

Noticing how many things I have actually coped with and why things are difficult right now

Putting on upbeat music

Soothing rhythm breathing

Safe/calm/happy place visualisation (! Bet you never thought you'd hear me say that!) and tapping

Playing games on my phone

Jigsaw puzzle

Colouring

Reading

Playing mindfully with Baby Peggy's toys (and Baby Peggy of course!)

Cuddles with Baby Peggy

Message a friend

Fidget tools eg. Tangle

How To Tell When You're Overwhelmed (or at least, when I am...)

I was so overwhelmed that it took me half an hour to work out that that was why I didn't feel quite as all right as I had been doing.

Clues that I will use for reference in future:

• Thinking a million things at once, yet completely unable to answer even fairly simple questions or focus on one specific thought or problem
• Or it feeling like the Brian is completely empty
• Not able to work out how you feel: "I thought I was OK but now I feel like I might not be" but unable to elaborate. Eventually after rambling aloud intermittently for a while I concluded "Maybe the feeling is anxiety. Or maybe it's not, but I think it could be."
• A sense of impending Bad Things (eg. meltdowns/shutdowns/increased urges and likelihood of acting on them)
• I took off my hoody after realising it was very hot in the room, and shortly afterwards noticed I was really quite visually overwhelmed by my stripy T-shirt!
• After about half an hour I realised my body wanted to cry

Other clues I have noticed in the past include becoming irritable, becoming increasingly stressed by mess in the house, feeling more sensitive to noise, struggling to make decisions, finding change even more difficult than usual, wanting things "just so," not being able to let inaccuracies go (and not in a humorous way like usual), pacing or fiddling more than usual. The list could probably be infinite!

How do you notice signs of overwhelm?

Interestingly, I noticed that after I had the thought "my body wants to cry," my hands became still and my gaze focused on the shape of my Tangle. My thoughts stopped racing although I still found it hard to think. It was almost as though through my continued rambling I had reached the thing which was salient at that time and my mind and body came to rest, dwelling on that realisation.

Now crying is not something I enjoy, and the second half hour was spent whinging about how I didn't want to cry, along with a lot of sense from the person who is paid to talk sense to me. What might happen if I did or didn't cry, etc. etc..

In the end, once outside my body took me for a wander and I let it do its thing (for once I had no other considerations as Baby Peggy had another hour left with his Peggy-sitter). And now this afternoon I feel much better. The sense of impending Bad Things has gone, and so has the ?anxiety. I still feel exhausted but that's not surprising as I have had a busy and fairly stressful few days even though many of the things were positive and enjoyable (hence not realising that I was overwhelmed, though you'd think I'd know by now). And I've been awake since 6am of course! Time to try and go a bit gently and remind myself to watch the old occupational balance a bit. A new routine in two weeks will help, if I can construct it with the right balance.

Stimmy

I'm pretty sure when I went for a gallop after a heavy therapy session this afternoon that I raised some eyebrows. 

Sometimes I have to choose between blending in and staying regulated.* I could have chosen to remain inconspicuous and probably felt stressed and dysregulated all evening, maybe with a few meltdowns in the next day or two, and some struggles to use the right coping strategies. Instead I opted for a five minute galloped perimeter of the car park. I happened upon some beautiful crocuses and exclaimed "CROCUSES!" in a loud voice (nobody was very close!). I enjoyed that so I repeated it a few times. Stopped to take some pictures of the crocuses, resumed my gallop and tiptoed along the kerb back to my car. Tiptoes are great when I'm riding high; it's like it focuses all the sensation into a small but intensive area. I also like to spread my arms as though for balancing. They join in on the gallop too. And a few jumps interspersed for good measure.

Stimming is fun but stimming is also seriously important. 

I think stimming is one of the autistic traits most misunderstood. The word is misunderstood, the actions are misunderstood and the reasons for and importance of stimming are misunderstood. 

Let's start with the word. Basically, it's what it says on the metaphorical tin: a shortening for self-stimulatory behaviour, ie repetitive actions that give sensory feedback for the person using them.  Everybody stims: maybe you're a pen-clicker or a foot-wagger or a hair-twizzler. Stims tend to happen when people are tired or anxious or bored. They regulate our stress/arousal levels.

I don't know if it's just locally or just in childcare but I have frequently heard the term stimming used as a synonym for actions that would be sexual in adults. Of course, these can be a form of stimming, but in some places this seems to be the only meaning of the word, which becomes confusing and unhelpful when trying to talk about stimming in general. Just an aside, but it's a bit of a bugbear of mine because it can be so misleading!

Autistic people often stim more frequently, for longer, and more obviously than others. Maybe because living in a world designed for people who aren't autistic means stress levels are constantly raised. Or because sensory processing is different (the same sound/taste/smell/touch/motion/other sensation registers more strongly or weakly, perhaps with an emotional response as well). Or because the person is less aware of or less concerned with what others think. Or because they are more likely to pay attention to what their body wants (or their body is more likely to demand it!). Probably a thousand reasons.

According to the NAS (National Autistic Society) website, "stimming or self-stimulatory behaviour includes arm or hand-flapping, finger-flicking, rocking, jumping, spinning or twirling, head-banging and complex body movements. It includes the repetitive use of an object, such as flicking a rubber band or twirling a piece of string, or repetitive activities involving the senses (such as repeatedly feeling a particular texture)." 

I have little stims like rubbing my top lip with my thumbnail or pressing my thumb together with each finger in turn, medium ones like spinning my Tangle, or pulling my eyebrows, and big ones like galloping. Some I only use in certain contexts and some I only need in certain contexts. Some are for when I'm calm or contemplative, some are for when I'm wound up, and some pop up in a variety of situations.

I touched on the reasons for stimming above, but they are of course infinite. Major ones include enjoyment, to gain sensory input, to reduce sensory input and to calm and soothe stress eg from unpredictability/change/sensory overload/emotional overload. There is always a reason for stimming: even if the stim is harmful in itself (eg. hand banging or excessive skin picking) it is serving an important purpose. If the stim is not harmful there is no reason to stop it just because it is deemed "strange". If it is harmful or the person wants to stop it in order to mask (masking is risky but is chosen by many people in some circumstances, or happens unwittingly), it is vital to find another way to serve the need it was fulfilling.

When people come across someone stimming in an "unusual" way - perhaps rocking, squeaking, spinning or hand flapping - many emotions may arise. Fear of the unknown, confusion, worry about whether the person is safe or what they may do next, or even simply surprise. The more we talk about it, the more I hope that the natural response will become surprise, or perhaps even happiness that people feel comfortable enough to stim freely in our presence.

I looked odd for sure. But I was regulated after that. Five minutes of weirdo for a chilled out evening, I'll take that.

*There are increasingly spaces where this choice is less necessary, and by writing this kind of thing I hope more places become like that. As I decrease my masking I am tending to find that although I may not be inconspicuous, in some places I am still accepted and respected even when I stim. In autistic online spaces stimming is celebrated and when new "stimmy" finds are discovered they are shared to help other people. Yay to this kind of thing!

Rambling

Probably my favourite walk I've been on since the teeny one came along. In the moment, mindful in the best sense of the word, and connected.

A dog has had a happy time here too!

Cool air on my face, muted quietness dulling the country sounds under a layer of cloud, and the contrast between the angular scrunchy stones waking up each spot of my feet and the soft springy damp turf. 

The smell of damp earth and trees. The silent swoop of a buzzard. The warmth and gentle breath of the baby sleeping close against me in the sling. His coos and curious expression as he wakes up and looks around. The patterns of the spiralling straw in its bales that mirrors the perfect swirl of hair on the back of his head.

The shadows and changing light in the furrows of the ploughed fields as twilight falls. Relative freedom from memories as I stay present in the moment, walking in the more agricultural areas away from all the trees that carry the strongest reminders, and giving thanks for all the good things in my life, and for hope.

I Need my People in the Right Place: Self Advocacy

Throughout my pregnancy I had fantastic support to navigate the changes and challenges I came across and to prepare me for the experience of giving birth in a hospital. We did a little work on what would happen post-birth, but not huge amounts because all I knew is that everything would be different, and you can't really prepare for something so unknown other than to be prepared for anything! 

Then just a couple of weeks before baby was due, I was told in passing that I would be having six weekly home visits once baby arrived. This is standard procedure to make sure that any support needed is given, and to monitor for signs of postpartum mental illness as the likelihood is much higher if you already have significant mental health issues.

This patch of trees is a
favourite place to regulate
 after stressful appointments

The trouble is, my care co-ordinator does not belong in my house. When I first had to access my support remotely it caused a lot of problems. I managed some of these by taking my calls on walks outside so I could have a transition between "home" and "with professionals." If I didn't do this it took me a long time to come down and regulate myself after appointments and any distress that I had experienced during the call remained with me in the house. For me, the act of leaving my house, going to the place where the professional belongs, doing the talking and then leaving that place, regulating (if stressed I will regulate by sitting or walking outside before I even get in the car) and then returning home in a "home" (relaxed/alone) state, is important. I need that transition to make distance and protect my own space so it can remain a place of low arousal.

Having people in my house who don't belong there is also just wrong. Wrong in an autistic way, which I can't explain to non-autistic people but seems to be understood when I talk about it with autistic people. Autistic "wrongness" is when something cannot be so. It is the same for things that are untrue: they become intolerable and I must do something to correct or acknowledge the wrongness and negate it. It's like it makes my brain explode, like when you come across a paradox. It is just not OK. I cannot tolerate its being.

These two factors (needing the transition and the wrong person in the wrong place) meant that I did NOT want my care co-ordinator coming to my house. My OT had to come for a home visit once, and it was wrong. I got through it but was very dysregulated afterwards, pacing up and down the house until I went for a walk to "reset." I did not want to experience this with a new baby, sleep deprivation, hormones etc to deal with on top. 

When my care co-ordinator first said what would be happening, not even considering that there might be an issue, I expressed my discomfort at the idea. I don't think I was very clear about just how much of a problem it would be and we had the conversation several more times, with me becoming more emphatic or clearer about my feelings each time. I was warned that if I refused there was the possibility that social services would get involved. When Baby Peggy had arrived, my care co asked to come round. I finally managed to say no. I wrote a message explaining why, and that I could cope with the OT coming instead - at least she has been in my house before. Thankfully, because of this and because I had been visited my the midwives and health visitor (they do belong in my house now - I found it difficult when they first came but we had practised it several times by that point) and I video call with one member of my team from my house, that was sufficient for me to be allowed to go to the CMHT building for the weekly appointments until the OT is back from annual leave to do the home visits. 

I understand that there is a duty of care to me and my child to make sure we are safe and well and that on a home visit it is much easier to assess how someone is coping at home. But I also strongly believe that I was right to advocate for myself and express that I was just not comfortable with this particular person visiting me at home. There is also a responsibility to adapt my care to my autistic needs and not act against my wellbeing. I am enormously glad of all the work done over the past couple of years on expressing my needs and asking for them to be met. I do not have to just go along with what someone else thinks is best. There is a way around it if I actually tell people.

Best buys from the last year

If you know me you'll know I'm not big on having "things" and buying stuff or spending money unless I need to or it's something I'm going to really enjoy (like a holiday!). But here are things that I have bought or received over the last year that have repaid me infinitely for my investments. All except the first one under £10 or £20 but genuinely life-changing.

Bose noise cancelling headphones. Definitely my biggest investment but totally worth it. My sister very kindly lent me hers while I was in the general hospital and actually I didn't use them too much there. Maybe because I didn't need them much, as I was originally going to write, being in a side room so having a door I could close. But probably more because I didn't realise I needed them. I didn't realise what a difference they could make. I had some normal in-ear headphones I used at times when I wanted to listen to something without closing my door so I thought that was fine - it was all I had ever known. But when some particular noises on the specialist unit became too much I tried out the noise cancelling headphones properly. I never looked back! The sound quality is fantastic and the noise cancelling reduces or eliminates a lot of background noise, particularly low-pitched hums eg. fridge/freezers in supermarkets, traffic noise. They make it more possible for me to use the telephone because at least I can actually hear the person on the other end, and they mean that I have varying degrees of removal from the ambient sound-world. If I play music loudly enough I can't hear my surroundings, or if I just use the noise cancelling I can hear my surroundings but the over-all input is reduced enough to reduce my stress levels. Sometimes just putting them on without turning them on is enough to take the edge off things that are just a little too loud, such as amplified music or voices at church.

Onesie. I love my onesie so much and wear it most evenings. revolutionary dressing gown alternative for people who can't help flailing around. Made of thick jersey (think joggers/tracksuit/hoody material) it is cosy without being that yucky stuff that is sold as fleece these days. Actual fleece is good - the furry stuff NO! Especially if it's shiny. 

Stanley (gift). Stanley is my weighted sloth. He is full of beans literally. He can go in the microwave and be cosy warm if you can cope with the smell his beans make, but if not, he is good for sitting on the knee, accompanying you in the car if in need of some extra comfort, swinging around in therapy sessions to help you stay regulated enough to say what you need to say, and he's very calming if you sit him on your head. NB. It doesn't have to be a Sloth, that is just the animal chosen by Mr Peggy who bestowed this most excellent gift on me last Christmas (OK, so technically not my own best buy, but a best buy!).

A tin of black paint, with gifted variety of sensory lights, shelf and beanbag. This was all that was required to make my sensory nook, and that has been a complete gamechanger. Low stim environment where I can go any time I am at home, to destress, recharge, regulate and either maintain calm or tolerate distress. Also more recently acquired: dark tent so I can have a nook when we go away places, and blinds for the car windows in case I need a bit of down time when I'm out and about.

Love my nook!

Compression socks. These are new and technically designed for plantar fasciitis, but I use them in a sensory way. My feet get sad and dead when they are in shoes all day at work. They need some light sensory input so that I can be aware of them being part of me during the day and this helps to keep me regulated. Wearing them for about half the day under my socks is about right. Other days I use insoles with a big metatarsal support or trampoline park socks with the little anti-slip bobbles on the bottom.

Tangles. You'll rarely see me in public without one! They keep my hands awake and give low-level anxiety an outlet so that it doesn't build up as quickly. They also seem to be quite a good indicator of my stress levels for other people, who can be better able to tell how I am feeling by what I am doing with a Tangle than by any other verbal or non-verbal indicator...
I have a nice collection of other fidget toys/stim tools from spiky spring rings (love these!) to squeezy balls (!) to magic snake cubes and natural objects like stones. Just shout if you'd like any inspiration!

Why am I a body-listener?

In my previous post I found myself playing the piano. It made me reflect on how thankful I am for the skills that I have been taught throughout my life that bring themselves into play to try and help me. Playing music, listening to music, letting my body move in the ways it wants and needs to, seeking out dark and quiet space alone. Most of these skills were taught to me in a different context from how they help me at the moment, but they repay my investment (and that of those who teach/taught me or enabled my learning in different ways) in them over and over. I'm enormously grateful for my ability to listen in to what it is that might help in any moment - in fact it more often happens quite subconsciously that I find a compulsion towards an activity which will help to regulate me.

I began to consider this inner awareness and its origins. Is it innate in me or have I learnt it? Currently reading about Developmental Movement Play (and recently listening to a podcast sent me by a dear friend) I am reminded that that our culture as a whole tends to be painfully disembodied, with the exception of a few disciplines that have a clear focus on inhabiting the body such as yoga. Why am I less so? Is it because I have always been active? Perhaps yes, and perhaps no. The activities I took part in as a child, teenager and young adult demanded mastery of the body. This involves high-definition awareness of what the body is doing but leaves little space for asking it what it would like to be doing. 

Is it because I have spent time practising yoga and tai chi? Perhaps this has helped, but I have a feeling I did not quite grasp this aspect of yoga until after I had discovered developmental movement play. Was that the magic moment? It was magical in many ways, but the approach of JABADAO (search my blog for more posts about JABADAO) and body-listening, body-communication etc seemed to come quite naturally to me. It was as if I had found what I was made for, how to really be. I noted that it wasn't like this for everybody.

So that stuff was and is instrumental in bringing the whole concept to my thinking brain (as opposed to my body-brain wherein it had been confined previously) and helping me to utilise and develop the skills to be consciously aware of what my body and brain need - to stop and ask them, and to follow their suggestions, but I don't think it can take all the credit. I think what it did was to begin to free what was hidden in there all along, squashed somewhat by trying to fit in to our society, but not squashed as much as most people! Because my brain is more focused on the sensory world than some brains, I find it easier to access these things, or harder to ignore them. So sometimes I love autism!

The Oldways

 If I wasn't already known as the village crazy lady then walking barefoot down the street stroking my hand with the fronds of a fabulous piece of reed should have done it!

This walk was long overdue and as soon as I left the house my feet let me know they wanted to be on the ground, not the flip flops I had put them in. I ignored them for the duration of the appointment I had gone out for, but as soon as it was over I had to let them be free. 

My feet found so many wonderful treats and treasures for me and led me to where I needed to be. 

Long grass, short grass, cool grass, warm grass. Hot hard tarmac. Smooth paving. Earth baked dry and earth with a spring. Soft dirt, spiky stones. Bark that wakes up each millimetre of forgotten sole.

Insects buzzing, breeze in the trees, pigeons beating the air with their wings. Doves cooing, tiny popping as water evaporates under the sun from the drying stream, and the odd drip from the grasses growing into the water. A distant pheasant. Butterflies dancing. Songbirds chattering. And me, finally still. Sitting, silent. Breeze stroking my skin in the warm shadow. Bare feet, breathing the life around me, being part of this place in this moment.

I won't wear make-up on Thursday: Body Intelligence gleaned from staying in bed!

OK, it's true I didn't wear make-up on any of the other Thursday either, but that is a reference for the Cool Kids who both wear make-up and listen to "actual music". Maybe I should have picked the more accurate line from the song "I will do nothing on Thursday: sit alone and be."

That is exactly what I have done. Well, I went and let the chickens out about lunch time to get rid of the anxiety that I hadn't done that or fed the guinea pigs. Brought the Piggle Peggies in for moral support and returned to the land of bed. At 3.30pm I even progressed from a prone, under-several-duvets state to seated with just one merely draped over myself.

I had done that thing that's meant to be sensible (although admittedly it may come slightly out of desperation too) where you communicate that you need something before utter disaster hits. The trouble I have discovered though, is that then if you get the thing Brian tells you in no uncertain terms that this is a catastrophe. You shouldn't have the thing: no-one else has the thing - why are you any more entitled to the thing than anyone else? Accommodating the thing has cost other people: you are an even worse person for needing, and taking, the thing. You didn't really need it anyway, you just quite fancied it - you could, and should, have managed without it; after all, nothing terrible happened to show that you needed the thing, so you must just be greedy and lazy. Now that you've had the thing, what if you actually need it in the future? You've already had it so you'll have to manage without next time. You can't carry on like this, "needing" things left, right and centre, you need to pull your socks up and get on with life like everyone else.

Contrary to appearances, I haven't just come here for a whinge about the Brian. In my nothing-ness and the approach to it I stumbled on a couple of observations.

The sensory may be more involved than I think.

A perfectly adequate set of resources for
the day

This is funny, because I've just started reading a book by Penny Greenland of JABADAO* about (well, partly about) how body intelligence (the is a whole chapter just introducing the concept of what this is) can be used in the mind together with intellectual intelligence to approach everyday issues and problems.

In the lead-up to realising I needed some space I first noticed my brain responses: getting irritable, decreased patience, increased behaviours and unhelpful thoughts. Then as things progressed over the next day or two and I became more stressed rather than less, on the final day I was much more aware of sensory responses. The piercing vehicle-reversing-beep I had to block from my ears, a scratchy label in my clothing, appreciation of darkness. The all-pervading discomfort caused by a foreign and distasteful (to me) scent on my fleece, that became so unbearable I had to give up my fleece. The proprioceptive/touch dysregulation of not wearing my fleece when I'm already stressed. The overheating of my body from the down bodywarmer I luckily had in my car that I fetched at lunch time to solve the proprioceptive problem.

To be very brief, something like this...

I don't know whether it's that the warning signs come in this order - the lower-level stress is signified by more cerebral warnings and the sensory warnings signify that things are escalating - or that my awareness works in this order: the more significant my stress levels, the more I function on a sensory level and the cognitive loses priority. I suppose processing capacity is decreased when under stress so this would make sense. Now that I think about it, there's a lot of theory that explains this, but you can go and Google that - I can't be bothered to talk about it now (but if you ask I'll go and find it!). Yesterday I also began exchanging words quite bizarrely. I explained to my fellow class Peggy that I was going to cut the Duplo lengthways to make it fit. I meant Velcro. Just picked the wrong word. I used the word purple instead of person to the same colleague about five minutes previous to this. My thoughts were jumbled and I wasn't properly paying attention to myself or anyone else.

I came across a quote in the JABADAO book today: "This woman's focus has changed so thoroughly from intellect to body that stringing words together has become difficult. She has swapped an intellectual way of being, for a body way" (page 33). I laughed aloud when I read it because it seemed so apt. The lady in question had made this transition intentionally, but I had perhaps begun to make it unconsciously, which is why the kind of work described in the book is so important. Becoming aware of and utilising this body intelligence can help integrate the systems and employ them in a helpful way.

As I was sitting alone and being today, I attempted to be mindfully aware of my frustration, my guilt, my fear and anxiety (two distinct states/thoughts for me) allowing them to be, while listening to what my body needed and permitting it to have that. It meant I stayed in bed for a really long time. It's now 4.30 and I'm still there in fact. I never stay in bed for that long. I sometimes have days where I stay a pretty long time, but eventually my body tells me it's time to do something else. I can feel the time approaching, but it hasn't come yet, and I'm trying to ignore my own judgmental feelings and my feelings about how it would appear to others and not rush my body into doing what it's not ready for.

As I knuckled down and did nothing I found some of the reasons why here was the right place today. They were mostly sensory. It's not that I'm in a dark place mentally and can't "summon the motivation" to get out of bed (don't get me started on people making those kinds of judgments). I am not psychologically bound to being here. Neither am I intensely physically exhausted and thus unable to get up, although I am tired. This time, my body has told me that this is the right place for it to get what it needs right now.

Not laziness. Important work to enable
future functioning. Down with shame.

What it needs is a lot of touch/proprioceptive input. When layered for weight, duvets and blankets give my body the perfect way to receive input to my body's entire touch receptor; its largest single organ, the skin. A friend once told me of a discovery that the more of her that was touching something, the more comfortable and relaxed she felt. I am exactly the same, and the only thing I have found that beats a good pile of duvets is swimming. When I move in water (not necessarily in a conventional "swimming" way, but in the way my body wants to), it moves past every cell of my skin. I find it exceptionally helpful and regulating, and now that I've written that, I've realised that was my first sensory clue to my dysregulation. I noticed the immediate calming effect of being in the hydro pool the day before the other sensory clues and commented on it at the time.

The other reason I needed to be in bed was to regulate via the olfactory sense. I would certainly never have intentionally sought this method of helping myself, but sometimes my body knows more than my brain (body intelligence...). Now I know that this will disgust some of you, but try and let go of your social conditioning for a minute and bear with me. Our own smells and those of our loved ones are some of the earliest developmental experiences for our olfactory sense, and thus easily processed and calming (credit Joanna Grace). I became aware part way through the day that I was frequently seeking this input, putting my fingers to my nose, and even smelling my own shoulders and arms (weird, I know!). When I leant over the other side of the bed I smelt Mr Peggy's smell, and after stroking the Piggy Peggies my left hand smelt of them. All of these were contributing to the gradual regulation of my body.

The final piece of body intelligence I gleaned also came from Hopping Home Backwards. There are little exercises throughout the chapters which aim to help the reader understand better by experiencing what is being discussed. All I could notice was that every time I tried one - they are all about listening to the body and what it wants - all mine wanted was stillness. It didn't lead me into any kind of movement unless there was a part of my body that wasn't touching something and then it asked to curl up smaller or snuggle into a bit of duvet. For me this was surprising. Mine is a body that likes to move. It needs to move. It needs to stretch a lot and it is useless at sitting still. But all it would do today was be still.

And I'm pretty sure it was right. I was right when I communicated that I needed some space. Whatever the Brian said afterwards, and it is shouting loudly as I write this, I did the right thing. And it was right to do the right thing. My brain can sometimes lie to me, but my body knows and tells me the truth. You've done enough. Sit alone and be.

*Hopping Home Backwards, Greenland 2000.