Treatment

It seems rather strange to me; that as I progress thru this rough patch in my life that the lessons I learn are not the ones expected, or by me or the people who are tasked with saving me.

When I saw the Psychiatrist she believed that to cure me it would take medications.  The Therapist thought I should blog and learn to swim.  The Domestic Violence Counselor thinks I need to pay for massive amount of public sponsored programs, and my group therapist thinks I need to socialize.

But the truth is …

I don’t take medications.  I am off of Facebook.  I do not exercise (lucky me almost at 200#)  I detest going to group therapies and the psycho sexual evaluation for as expensive as it was just revealed I am a 40 yr old who went thru a mid life crisis.  And my group therapist could not be farther from the truth.  I do not leave the house except for the grocery store and work.  I have not been to a movie theater since last November.

But I am coming out of this depression … well I hope.  And the solution was so much stranger than any Shrink, or Therapist would have guessed.

Lucky for me, my work adheres to a more constant schedule.  My health insurance paid for a CPAP machine and for the first time in maybe 10 year I sleep a good full night sleep without snoring without waking and with 6 or 7 hours feel better than the last two years combined.

Im still in treatment; I am not sure if it is the best thing for Aspies. I find that what I learn in treatment is probably not the goal of the therapists but my thought is …

If I am forced to take these classes; if I am forced to pay this money … I am going to do my best in progressing in any way possible.