Skip to main content

Mental Illness and Being in Tune with My Body

Mental illness makes it hard for me to tell what's going on with my body.

I seem to demonstrate a complete inability to conceptualize time, which may be more related to autism than mental illness, which makes recounting my symptoms to a doctor difficult.

I also have trouble recalling feelings, physical or emotional, when I'm not feeling them right that moment. If I don't think to write them down when I experience them, I may not realize later that I have ever experienced them at all.

Additionally, I have trouble grasping what has and has not happened. I may have a splitting headache on Wednesday, but by Friday, I'm second-guessing myself so much, I'm lucky to be sure that I had a head on Wednesday.

I also used to deal with a tendency to find my identity in and obsess on new medical diagnoses, but this is a thought pattern that I am better, although not perfect, at keeping under control now.

As a chronically ill person, it's important for me to be in tune with my body, and as a mentally ill person, I find that very difficult.

The thing that helps me the most with this is writing down symptoms when they happen and tracking their frequency and severity. My support team, including my therapist, also help me sort out what I have and have not experienced and what is and is not real. I walk into the doctor's office with a detailed list reviewed by my therapist for accuracy, and I don't stray much from it.
Still, this method poses problems because it required me to think about my health as I go. This can cause me to obsess on my body and actually make things worse.

In the end, I've got the mind and body that I've got, and I'm going to do the best I can with it. There are things I love about both my mind and my body. I can memorize things easily. I have small hands and thick hair. I am compassionate. I'll work through the problems with the best strategies I can find.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Increasing my Testosterone Dosage

TW: Body changes, sexual changes, suicide mention   I started low-dose testosterone on February 1, 2016 . My step-dad had just taken his own life, and I felt the need to take control of mine. I was on testosterone for a long time before I was sure that I really wanted to be on it- that it was the decision that would reduce dysphoria the most for my nonbinary self. Part of this indecisiveness came from my autism; I've always had trouble making decisions due to being overwhelmed by the options and fearing regret. I talked a lot with my therapist about my uncertainty around testosterone, and the ongoing theme was that I was happy about the current changes; I was just afraid that I would regret future changes. So, I stayed on testosterone, reasoning that I could always go off of it if the changes started causing dysphoria from being too masculine. Since then, I've started trying my hand at online dating. Through answering the many, many questions on the sites, building my profil...

Distress Tolerance Skills Part 2: Reality Acceptance Skills

All posts in this series reference working through DBT® Skills Training Handouts and Worksheets, Second Edition , and all quotes come from that book unless otherwise specified. To learn more about distress tolerance skills as a whole, why they are important, and the goals the book sets forth for studying them, click here . The Distress Tolerance Skills section of the book is divided into two main types of handouts: Crisis Survival and Reality Acceptance. There will also be some material for "When the Crisis is Addiction". This blog will cover reality acceptance skills.  Reality Acceptance Skills: Radical Acceptance:  The first reality acceptance skill is radical acceptance. Radical acceptance means completely accepting and ceasing to fight: the facts about the past and the present realistic limitations on the future that even painful events have causes that life can "be worth living even with painful events in it"  Some phrases for practicing radical...

Is It Safe to be Seen?: A poem

 A poem about gender identity. TW: Nudity, body parts, hints at violence against trans people Is It Safe to Be Seen? I dreamed last night that I was naked -Well nearly naked Wearing nothing on top And nothing but underwear- or maybe even a pull-up On bottom, Surrounded by cis men and women In a steam room or sauna that was also a living room Where conversation was happening, And my body was markedly different from theirs. There were other fat people there, And other hairy people, And other people with breasts, But none that ticked all 3 categories. None that were such an amalgamation of genders. The things that give me gender euphoria in private Made me feel--- slightly uncomfortable. Just a little put on display. And people looked. People noticed the differences. But then, I noticed their bodies, too So this wasn’t entirely unusual, And it stopped at noticing. If it doesn’t progress to celebrating a hard-won battle, Then may it alway...