The English translation is ‘In My Own Space And Time’
For me this sums up my Autism, I am in my own space and time.
I like being Autistic, I’ve had plenty of practice at it, what with me being a silver surfer and all that.
Over the years I have found that Autism only becomes a disability for me when it comes into contact with a society that doesn’t understand it.
My Autism is not a disability to me it is who I am. It becomes a disability when society wants me to be just like them.
Being Autistic becomes difficult only when we are requested to do something that people think we should be able to do, just because everybody else can do it.
So is Autism the disability ? or is it society that disables it ?
What are your thoughts ?
Autism is different for everyone, these are all my own opinions and thoughts.
Your Autism may be completely different to mine, but we all share a common trait, we are all different to the ‘norm’.
But we are all unique in the ‘how different from the norm we are’ department.
Seeing the world through a different lens can be difficult, some people need more help than others, to be able to make sense of a world that sometimes makes no sense.
Learning to embrace your differences, and use them to your advantage can take a lot of time, and requires much more effort than simply being.
Being born with Autism, is like being given a different set of instructions to follow, than those born without it.
Social norms can be learned, but not without considerable effort and energy on the learners part. Those born without Autism do not need to use considerable energy to attain these social norms. They have the correct set of instructions from birth.
The amount of energy used in trying to ‘fit in’ with society can sometimes become impossible to maintain. This leads to becoming overwhelmed, and the meltdowns begin.
Take society out of the equation, I am happy, not disabled, just me Betty.
Add a dose of society and I can easily become disabled Betty.
Breaking news Blogging Betty is missing in action.
Betty’s Bunch have confirmed that Blogging Betty disappeared around 3 days ago and they haven’t seen her since.
Betty’s Bunch are the alters with whom she shares a body. They are said to be left devastated by the disappearance of Blogging Betty.
One of the Bunch, who didn’t wish to be identified, has released a statement saying ‘please come home Betty, were not angry with you, there are 4 unpublished blogs waiting for your return. Since you have been gone, we’ve all been sad. We miss you, life isn’t the same without you.’
A spokesperson for the family said ‘Blogging Betty is around 5ft with long blonde hair, with blue eyes.
Will look very similar to the photograph shown, but with a bigger backside a few more wrinkles, and a lot more clothes.
If spotted please contact Betty at the jointatthetopofthegarden.
I snapped this picture last night from the Joint at the top of the garden.
I see a man on the moon. How about you ?
I see faces in everything, I have something called Pareidolia.
It’s quite common apparently, so if anybody else has it, speak up, and tell me what you see.
Today I decided to write my blog about the sixth sense.
A blog that I read earlier had said to use your own images in your blogs, or you could well be sued. Just because you find an image on the internet, this does not mean that it is yours to do whatever you want with, and as my money is already spoken for, from today onwards I will only use images that I possess in my camera roll.
I’m very new to the whole internet ‘Thing’.
At the tender age of 50, I have thrown myself in at the deep end, and luckily I’m a kick ass swimmer.
My sixth sense lead me on this blogging path, because I have important messages to share.
Today whilst meditating I received a message from somebody called Barbara who was murdered. She shared the name Rita, but that was really all I could work out from this message. Short and sweet.
I began wondering who this message could be for.
Then I realised that it could be one of my followers, or Facebook friends, but how would i find out?
Well, by asking them I was told.
So I decided to put it to the test and see if any of my virtual friends would understand this message.
Living with a sixth sense can be so rewarding, it can also be quite overwhelming.
I have found that if I don’t pass a message on, it hangs around me for days until I do.
Passing on messages can be very difficult. Some people aren’t ready to hear the message, or are sceptic that there was even a message there in the first place.
Learning something new every day has become a part of my spiritual and physical journey. I love learning, and there’s a whole other world out there that we know so little about.
Only when every eye is opened, will the truth be revealed.
If my message resonates with anybody, please feel free to contact me. Maybe there is more to this message than meets the eye.
Being a newbie blogger, I am slowly getting used to the idea that Blogging is meant for social people.
I am not a social people.
I am not Anti-social, but I do find it very difficult making and keeping friends.
This is not because I’m an unfriendly person, merely because I do not have the social skills required in maintaining friendships.
I have had ‘friends’ but because of my Autism, and the energy required to maintain friendships, I find it extremely difficult, and even more so as I am getting older.
In ‘real life’ I have 1 friend. Hi Lynda.
I recently fell in love with blogging, and wanted to be the best that I could be at it.
Here comes the crunch, to become a successful blogger you have to befriend other bloggers.
And there lies the problem. I love reading and finding out how other people tick. I find people fascinating. I will read their blogs and advice and think to myself, wow that was a good read, or I didn’t know that. I retain information easily, and always absorb what has been written.
Then something else will come into my mind, and boom, Im now on a completely different thought path, and promptly forget to like the article, or comment on it.
Not because I don’t like, or have nothing to say, simply because I have a memory like a sieve.
So for all of the hundreds of bloggers who’s blogs I read and love .. I love your work, I do have lots I would like to say to you all, but my Autism makes this difficult.
All of my blogging friends are important to me, they have taken the time to read what I have to say.
Time is one of the most precious commodities, and if you have given yours to me freely, then you truly are a friend.
To all of my readers, and fellow bloggers, I appreciate your friendship, keep on keeping on.
Last week I made the decision to pay for private psychiatric help.
I don’t have a great deal of money, being a single parent on disability isn’t exactly living the life of the rich and famous.
Most of my pennies are spoken for weekly, and with the rising cost of living today, our money doesn’t go very far.
I decided that my mental health had reached a point that intervention was needed, and I contacted my local mental health crisis team.
This was 4 months ago, and I am still waiting for urgent help.
Having paid into the NHS all of my life, I am at the end of a very long line of other people just like me, waiting for the same thing.
The NHS mental health service has broken, it has become so stretched that it has finally snapped under the strain. A number of NHS and other psychiatrists have set up a private clinic in an effort to take the strain, and provide the much needed mental health support, at a price.
I’m not quite sure how I came across this website but it had me intrigued. For only £350 I could have an hour consultation, a diagnosis and treatment plan, all recognised by the NHS, and within a few days.
After a long and informative chat with the customer helpline, I actually booked an appointment, and waited patiently for the next 4 days until it arrived.
My appointment was on a secure weblink via a patients portal online, you are given a password to enter your virtual room, where you will meet your chosen psychiatrist.
That night although my anxiety was through the roof, I sat comfortably on my bed, with my PJ’s on, and up popped the psychiatrist on my MacBook screen.
This is a novelty for a 50 year old recluse, who didn’t even own a computer a few months ago.
I felt so comfortable, at ease, and the doctor was fantastic, Dr Axelby was my choice, she was professional, understanding, compassionate and put me at great ease.
Our 50 minute appointment turned into nearly 90 minutes at no extra cost to myself, and I was given a diagnosis of Complex PTSD.
I have been under psychiatric services since early childhood with no diagnosis, it has only taken £350, 1 doctor, and 90 minutes to finally give me the help that I’ve been asking for for over 40 years.
Our mental health is just as important as our physical health. You cannot put a price on happiness.
So who benefits from this innovative idea ?
A. The Psychiatrist, she gets the chance to help people and earn an income at the same time.
B. The National Health Service, who are buckling under so much pressure from mental health related illnesses.
And last but by no means least..
C. The patient, Me, I may be lighter in pocket, but I am also much lighter in my mind and spirit. I have answers to some of the questions that I have been asking all of my life.
How much would you be willing to pay for Happiness ?
I consider it money well spent.
Poor Mental Health can be a Killer.. why not take care of yours today.
A few months ago, quite by chance I connected with a lady called Joan Hughes. As soon as I connected with Joan, I felt as though I knew her.
I live in the UK, and Joan is from New York. Joan told how she had recently published her first ever novel, and it was then that I had a vision that her book would become a best seller.
I told Joan this before purchasing her book, and then requested a signed copy if she wouldn’t mind.
I have never asked for a signed copy of any book, and being a book lover I have read many.
After explaining that I was psychic, and that our energies had connected to bring her a message or a sign that she was on the right path. she took it all in her stride.
Joan had to purchase her own book from Amazon, then she had to pay extortionate postage fees to ship the book to the UK.
All of this at a virtual strangers request.
I received my book Growing Only Dandelions, with a beautiful inscription from Joan, and I was not disappointed, my opinion remained the same, it would become a bestseller.
I have watched over the months as Joan promotes her book, she has been very proactive in getting her voice heard above the noise in many places and especially on Facebook.
A few weeks ago I noticed a post from Joan saying that she had been banned from sharing, or even participating in an Facebook book club group, because of her controversial novel.
I couldn’t understand why it was deemed to be controversial, and Joan told me that the explanation from the admin of the group, was that because the word ‘God’ was used too many times in her story, and religion can be controversial.
Correct me if I’m wrong but when was the word God deemed controversial ? I felt very strongly that Joan’s book was being hidden from view by certain influential online groups.
Joan’s book has a wonderful story, it touched my heart, and is touching the heart and spirit of most who read it.
Today Joan and I received another sign or Message that things are still on track.
I posted a cheque off to Joan a few weeks ago, to reimburse her any costs involved for my the purchase of my signed copy.
Today I had a message from Joan saying that she had received her cheque, she was gobsmacked at the amount, and did I know the significance of the number 3, or how symbolic it was to her book?
I may be psychic, but I’m not that good, I replied that no, I had no idea of the significance of the number 3 for her or her book.
I had forgotten the amount that the cheque was for, I just converted the $42 that she had paid in the US, with the UK exchange rate, and it came in at £33.
However for Joan it didn’t end there, as she was relaying the incident to her sons girlfriend, who also aware of the significance of 3, she had her own sign, when her battery was showing at 33 %.
They say signs always come in three’s, Joan’s third sign was pointed out to her by her husband, it was right behind her written on the wall.
The story in Joan’s own words.
Joan informs me that she had written this number all the way through her book, 3, three, third, as her way of blessing the book.
I hadn’t noticed when I read it, but I will be sure to notice it the next time I do.
Signs are all around us, it is whether we choose to notice them or not that makes the difference. I believe that Growing only Dandelions is meant to be read by all.
One other sign for me came when I found out that Joan is also the founder of JT’s Law.
It was set up to honour the memory of her Godson JT who died after a choking tragedy.
What Joan doesn’t know is that I have a severe phobia of children choking. I can’t even be around children eating without panicking. I developed this phobia after watching my then 6 year old baby brother, almost choking to death on a boiled sweet. I myself was only 8 years old at the time, and the memory still haunts me to this day.
Finding out that Joan is a crusader in child choking prevention, is also a sign to me that we are connected on a very spiritual level.
Bon voyage Joan… until we meet again 💕 love Betty x
This may be a longer post than normal as I tend to become very passionate about certain issues that affect me. You might need to get yourself a coffee if you want to read it to the end.
Cannabis can cause mental health disorders.
Is this a proven fact ? Would these people have developed mental health disorders if they hadn’t used cannabis ? If somebody can actually prove that these mental health disorders would never have developed if the person hadn’t used cannabis, then that would make it a fact.
Fiction is when a mere opinion that cannabis can cause mental health disorders is voiced.
Everybody is entitled to an opinion so I always listen to the opinions of others on this subject.
I have Autism, I like to deal in cold hard facts, when dealing with something as important as the effects of cannabis on my mental health.
Seeing as I have some of the most severe mental health disorders there are, including complex PTSD, Personality Disorder, severe depression with suicidal ideation, and acute Anxiety, I do like to keep myself up to date on topics concerning mental health.
Since embarking on my journey using Cannabis as a medication to treat my mental health problems, my ears tend to prick up when I hear both topics mentioned in the same sentence.
Everywhere I go I seem to be hearing that cannabis is dangerous for your mental health.
I watched a YouTube video yesterday where even Dr Phil was riding along on the curse cannabis train.
On his video was a young boy who had anger issues, he was smashing up the house, threatening his mom with a knife, and apparrantly all because he was using cannabis. I switched off at this point when I saw that more BS was to follow.
When I was a young girl I was exactly the same. I was angry all of the time, I was in trouble with the police, I was violent, playing truant from school, running away from home, and threatening my mom, and guess what ? I had never even heard of cannabis.
I grew up in the 70’s, in a tiny village in Newcastle in the UK.
I suffered a lifetime of abuse and trauma without Cannabis, I developed so many mental health disorders over the last 50 years, and guess what ? All without the use of cannabis.
I had lived a very unhappy life until I actually found Cannabis.
After a mental health crisis that almost ended my life, cannabis and myself found each other, and I discovered a Miracle.
Cannabis has been my ‘Miracle cure’ for my poor mental health.
Since starting to use cannabis daily as part of my medication regime, I also take my prescribed antidepressants, I have found myself.
I have found happiness in my life for the first time ever. After 40 years of trying every medication, therapy, and advice known to man. I have finally found something that helps.
Cannabis isn’t going to kill me, although the tobacco might, I’m a non -smoker apart from my one cannabis joint, 2 or 3 times per day.
I like to live as healthily as possible, I rarely take medication apart from my antidepressants. I do not drink alcohol, alcohol is a depressant and when mixed with a depressive personality, it brings out the worst in us.
I have never touched an illicit drug in my life, and I have always been careful about what chemicals I put into my body.
I have requested medicinal cannabis from my GP and psychiatrist, and it is always denied.
There is no scientific proof that cannabis helps those with mental health problems, is the general reply.
I am walking living proof that it does, so why am I, and every other walking, talking, living proof miracles being ignored ?
why are we being refused a medication that is now perfectly legal to prescribe ?
And Therein lies the answer to the question.
For a few months now I have been wondering why more and more people have started to say that cannabis is dangerous for our mental health. Why won’t GP’s legally prescribe a drug that they can actually see helping their patient ?
Mental health is big business now in the UK. The amount of people with mental health issues is on the rise, child mental health has seen a nearly 50 % increase in the last few years.
My teenage son has severe mental health issues and has never been anywhere near a cannabis plant.
More and more children are being medicated for adhd, anxiety, depression, and numerous other medications are given out daily without a thought. Some of these have very serious side effects, and we are giving them to our children. The pharmaceutical business is Booming.
Cannabis has been around forever, it is a natural plant. It grows in the soil. it is not made in a laboratory, it is totally natural. It has been used for thousands of years.
I remember years ago when the drug style of choice was glue sniffing. Although I never tried it, I was often around people that did.
People died from glue sniffing, or aerosol sniffing, and not one of those products were ever made illegal, why ?
Eventually Age restrictions were put in place, so that you needed to wait until you were 16 before you could sniff glue or aerosols.
I have always been against drugs of any kind, until I ignored advice from professionals, and tried cannabis.
All drugs have risks, I have weighed up the pros and cons of my smoking cannabis, against every other medication available for my needs.
My conclusion has been that this is the least harmful drug around.
It can cause weight gain, as cannabis increases the appetite, but for me this actually helps with my eating disorders. My responses and reaction times are much slower when using cannabis, and I have given up driving because of this.
Slowing down my body is good for me, as I can be manic when not using cannabis.
My brain is slowed down enough that I can keep up with my own thoughts and feelings.
Living in a constant state of Anxiety is more dangerous than using cannabis, being suicidal is more dangerous than smoking Cannabis.
When anybody asks me what proof I have that cannabis works in a positive way on mental health, I reply, that since taking cannabis I have found true happiness, I have been able to love myself, It has reduce my anxiety levels to zero, it has enabled me to take control of my own mental health, so that I in turn, can help others around me. And last, but by no means least, I no longer want to die. I want to live again.
I very much doubt that my mental health could get any darker than it was before I met cannabis.
Cannabis has shown me the light, at the end of a very long dark tunnel.
Fact 1 ..cannabis causes mental health problems …BULLSHIT !
Fact 2 ..cannabis is dangerous ..BULLSHIT !!
Fact 3 cannabis is a gateway drug .. BULLSHIT !!!
All opinions are my own.
Please speak to your own GP before trying cannabis, there may be contraindications with other prescribed drugs you may be taking.
Like any new drug, take note of any side effects as they occur. Cannabis can sometimes cause paranoia, if this occurs stop using and try a different strain.
Do your own research into whether this could be a suitable drug for you.
Like any wannabe successful blogger I want to be successful.
Success is relative, in my mind I am already a successful blogger because I now have 30 people following my blog on my WordPress site, and around 800 people following my Facebook page. This to me is success, after only 4 months of blogging from scratch, I actually feel like a blogger .
Just because We don’t have hundreds of thousands of followers, or that We’re not making any revenue from blogging doesn’t make us any less of a successful blogger in our own right.
Most bloggers want to be able to reach as many people as they can with their words, and so begins the drive to create an even bigger audience.
I work daily at trying to grow my blog audience, because I believe that people could actually benefit from what I have to share.
I am not trying to sell you fake sunglasses, or sign you up for a time share.
My blog is purely to help, to help me and to help my readers.
So why should you follow my blog ? What’s in it for you ?
Whats in it for you, is what you take away from it. Inspiration, a different perspective on life, insider information about topics that most people have little or no understanding of. You might find humour or empathy in my blogs, you might find spiritual healing, or you might just find something interesting in my stories.
Having had 50 years of living a life that most people wouldn’t believe was actually possible. I have a vast knowledge of many things, and a differently wired Brain that has processed it all.
My blogs have no niche as such, there is something in them for everyone.
In return I get the inner peace and happiness from knowing I have touched another spirit from my soul tribe.
Today I decided that I would share my daily oracle advice with my readers.
I use oracle cards on my spiritual journey, these cards give individual spiritual advice to the reader on their spiritual path.
Today I will share my individual advice given from a different energy plane.
I have never done this before but feel that some of my readers might too benefit as I do from this advice.
If it works for me then why shouldn’t it work for you.?
This card is telling us that we are all our very own oracle. Everybody is capable of tapping into their own sixth sense, and following their own inner guide.
Your sixth sense may be something that you are unaware of.
But just because you are not aware of it, this does not mean that it isn’t there.
This card is saying that we need to focus on raising our vibrations to connect with our sixth sense.
You already have all of life’s great answers inside of you. All you need is the belief in yourself and an ability to rise your energy vibrations to find these answers.
You are the oracle, do not look for guidance outside, for you hold all of the wisdom in the entire universe, in every cell of your body. Do not see the angels and guides as above you, but beside you, without you they have no way of communicating, you are the rainbow bridge.
So maybe ‘what is in it for you’ today is only a tiny seed planted in your mind, that continues to grow until you finally become that rainbow bridge too.
If like me you are already there, say hi, I would love to connect.
Kindness finds kindness eventually, I look forward to connecting with you all love Betty x
I had already scheduled my daily blog, when out of the night sky a new blog formed.
I am currently sat in the joint at the top of the garden, it has no heat or lighting yet, but I have my hot water bottles in hand, and my hat, coat and scarf covering the rest of me.
I had forgotten it was guy Fawkes night until I started hearing the fireworks going off all around me.
I no longer have to suffer the yearly bonfire nights when the children were small, even though I hated them, my children having fun was more important to me, so I suffered in silence.
Tonight, after 30 years of bonfire nights, I can finally hang my retirement cap up, and watch them from the comfort of my rocking chair. At a safe enough distance, that the bangs don’t jolt my spirit out of my body.
Fireworks are so pretty to look at, but the accompanying bangs are just too much for someone with sensory processing disorder to cope with.
Noise cancelling headphones work up to a point, but I can actually feel the vibration right throughout my entire body, it is an extremely unpleasant feeling.
Tonight I need not worry, I can hear the bangs from a safe enough distance that it doesn’t actually hurt, and I can see the pretty fireworks too.
Bonfire night was a big deal when we were children.
Halloween was barely mentioned, but the week leading up to guy Fawkes was magical. We would make an effigy of Guy Fawkes, the Guy behind it all, the one who allegedly betrayed his country, and committed treason with his failed gunpowder plot.
We would use our parents old clothes, stuffed with our mothers old laddered tights, odd socks, newspapers, and anything we could lay our hands on to make a convincing Guy.
We would steal a turnip from the farmers fields for the head, and we would carve the turnip, the same way we do pumpkins now.
Only a turnip is one of the hardest vegetables on the planet, so this could take a while. Inside the carved turnip would be one of the candles that we always had in the house for emergencies, when the electricity went off.
Then we would go around the neighbours houses with our ‘Guy’ in a wheelbarrow, and we would ask ‘A penny for the Guy ?’
Money was very tight in those days, you got a lot for a penny in those days. We would share the goodies out between us, then our guy would be placed on the top of the bonfire and set alight.
We would put potatoes in the fire, covered in tin foil, and toast our bread, I had never even heard of a marshmallow in those days.
There were no fireworks involved in my early Experiences of Bonfire night, but over the years I have watched while fireworks became readily available to all.
It is strange watching old traditions die out, and new ones forming.
I wonder how many children waving sparklers in their hands right now, know the origins of why we celebrate this night in the UK ?
Enjoy your Guy Fawkes night, and stay safe, love Betty x
We’ve all been there, forgetting to close Tabs on your computer until it starts running slowly, or stops working altogether.
There is too much data for our computer to handle.
Our brains work very similar to computers. But are much more superior.
Our Brains have units in networks (Neurons instead of semiconductors. They take in, and compile data. They analyse it and generate output, and so much more.
Most people don’t even realise that they can have hundreds of open tabs in their brain at any one time.
These tabs can be thoughts, feelings emotions, memories, basically any data that your brain has encountered is stored away safely.
We often find that when we worry too much, or become too stressed our brain will keep us awake at night searching for a solution to the problem.
Unfortunately we won’t find the answer in things that happened 20 years ago, or whether our bum looked fat in that dress we wore last week.
the brain will flick from one thought to another in a desperate attempt to find a solution from all of the stored data that it has, and it has lots of it.
The brain is trying to tell us that something isn’t right, it is glitching and needs a reboot.
Because we are often unaware of what is happening we go to the GP, we take pills, but nothing ever seems to work.
Since realising that I have had hundreds of thought tabs open most of the time, I have been working on closing them down. Having all of these tabs open has prevented me from seeing clearly, from thinking clearly, it has basically prevented me from living a happy fulfilling life.
Since closing my tabs down, via medication and meditation I have become so much happier, much more productive, and rarely anxious. This is because I regularly empty the caches from my brain and close unnecessary tabs, just like I do on my MacBook when the need arises.
We all take care of our PC’s in this way, so why not do it for our own super computer ?
Our brains are super computers, they need regular maintenance and servicing, just like any other machine only in a different way.
Have you had your brain serviced lately?
What are you waiting for ?
Don’t leave it until it is too late, anxiety leads to depression, depression can lead to suicide. Take control before you lose control.
Close any open tabs, empty your caches, and show your brain some love today.