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I didn't want to hijack sealiphone thread again, so I'll make a new post. (Attentional switching deficit, apparently, I always thought it was just me being rude, now, with the brain injuries, I get to call it 'executive functioning deficit.')
I've had my tests, and, drum-roll, please, results. No real surprises, if I'm perfectly honest, but, being me, I wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything, I think we all have a way of normalising and inadvertently compensating for our limitations. That's part of the issue, that I 'could' complete most of the tests, but they took more effort and concentration than they would have done in that fabled land of 'before.' (Could NOT complete the higher end of the block-sorting exercise, and got a little bit stroppy at the doctor when she kept asking me if I wanted her to repeat the question, I repeated the question to HER, "It's my processing, not my retention.")
I suppose the short version is that I'm 'functional, with adaptations', which we all knew all along. That'll knacker me up at my DWP 'Work Capability Assessment' the week after next, because they'll see that I can hold a pen, or sit in a chair, or lift an empty box, but they won't see me effectively zombie-fied in my armchair for most of the next day. The WCA has been re-scheduled, and now falls 2 days before my PIP tribunal, that's going to be one hell of a week. (Off-topic, see 'executive functioning.')
I had four appointments in total, the initial 'introduction' one probably showed the doctor all she needed to know, I was fatigue-lagging after 30 minutes, and, when she asked me a multi-part question after about 45 minutes of sitting under horrible lighting, in an office with a horrible-patterned carpet, I just looked at her, opening and closing my mouth like a particularly dim goldfish. I'd forgotten the first part of the question trying to retain the second, and spent so much time trying to remember the first, I 'lost' the second as well. (Usual adaptation for that is to have a notepad, and scribble key-word reminders, looks a bit weird, and I'll come back to a page of random words, and wonder what the hell they meant, but 'in the moment' it works for me.)
Noting that my attention was gone after 40 minutes, she decided to spread the actual testing over three further appointments, having initially said that she'd work in blocks of 1-2 hours at a time. (Two hours? Might as well ask me to run a marathon in high heels, I can't watch an episode of Game of Thrones in one go, Gods help me when the next series comes out, and they're 'feature length.') We'd filled in the bits of recent history since my last, abortive attempt at having the 'tests', and she'd concurred that my background in Learning Mentoring and complex case work with challenging adolescents, and their equally challenging families gave me something of a head-start in the 'adaptations and coping strategies' department. My head was banging, I got lost on my way out of the hospital. I've probably been to that hospital a dozen times now, I KNOW where 'my' exit for the bus-stop is, but an hour or so explaining myself to a very helpful young lady had drained my metaphorical battery. (Gods, 'before', I could stay on task through five-hour case conferences, and bounce straight from an emergency first aid call-out to splitting up a fight without stopping to catch my breath. The funeral for 'before' me will be held at blah-blah, no flowers, donations to Headway and the local food bank, if you please.)
My background does give me a step-up, a lot of my work-around strategies are adaptations of mechanisms I'd 'teach' to disruptive or damaged youngsters. (When she asked me if I wanted her to repeat the question about it taking 'x' people 'y' hours to dig a hole 'z', what I actually wanted to do was punch her on the nose, so I counted my fingers, and repeated the question back to her, I'm permanently angry, it's horrid, and quite emotionally draining to stay on top of it.) The 'problem' with me is that I know the reason for most of the tests. The other problem with me is that I'm a smart-arse, when she asked me to tell her as many boy's names as I could think of, I thought I'd be clever, and do it in alphabetical order...
I can't remember all of the tests, only the ones I had difficulties with. The 'match these blocks to the pattern on the screen' was a nightmare, I'm not a 'visual' processor, I don't 'do' shapes. I told her it was hurting my eyes, and making me feel dizzy. It was, I can read maps and such, but my head can't rotate shapes, I was never very good at that, on the old IQ tests, now, my brain slams the anchors on, and says 'Nope!'. At the end of the first full session, my brain was lagging, and there was another potential nose-bite moment, on the 'how are these two words similar' test. Fence/anchor. I'd responded that they both 'stop' things, but that wasn't on her answer-sheet, so she asked me to 'try again.' "Restrict, impede, STOP, it's the same thing." "It's just that the answers I have here are very specific, do you want to have another try? "No, I don't." Obstinate toddler-mode activated...
I'm rambling. The linguistic tests, apart from blasted fence/anchor were all fine. The memory/recall tests were 'better with prompting', anything visual-spatial, or anything involving numbers was decidedly dodgy. I know, from working in education, that it's perfectly natural for some people to be 'stronger' in one area than another. (Apart from my son, the weirdo, he's a really even spread, and high-functioning in everything except 'putting things away', yes, he's back from uni, and the house looks like it's been rolled down a hill.)
We did have the discussion about 'test conditions' not being reflective of my day-to-day functioning, that I wouldn't be able to maintain that level of concentration all day, and even 45 minutes of 'thinking really hard' led to BIG FOG the following day. It's the way you drive to pass your test, as opposed to the way you drive after time, nobody would drive anywhere if they had to be test-standard at all times, it would wipe them out. Much like compensating for an injured brain does.
I'm functional within a narrow window, the fatigue and the loss of peripheral vision have been noted, as have a number of (patronising) strategies that other health-care professionals, or potential employers could use. (Repeating questions, GODS that irritates me, I process better if I'm asked to repeat the question myself, to clarify retention, but these are broad-strokes generalised strategies. Frequent rest-breaks, additional take-up time, avoiding visual over-stimulus, and an acknowledgement that fatigue will occur.)
There we go. I've completed the tests, and had the results, she's referring me back to the Consultant for the vision thing, everybody and their dog has already raised the vision thing with the Consultant. (See earlier post, probably October/November 2016, where my optician asked for a specific test, and my GP and Consultant ordered a different one, the same one the optician had already done...) The Neuro-Psych is of the opinion that my current functional difficulties are 'More mental health than brain injury related.' Another nose-bite moment, because my mental health issues were manageable when I had a whole brain... she's referred me back to the community mental health team, who think that group therapy is the next thing to try. (Face.)
That's where I'm up to, my GP has declared me unfit for work, I'm on my second 12-week sick note, which has triggered DWP's 'Work Capability Assessment' process, the week after next, I get to drag my carcass to the city centre, and be declared 'fully functional' because I'm not completely incontinent, or a paraplegic... yes, I'm cynical, yes, I've seen the 'guidance for assessors', it's available via .gov.uk and it's awful. (Nice try, DWP, putting a line near the start saying that most of the information in it is too complicated for we non-medical dunderheads to be able to understand, I don't touch wet paint, I lick it.)
After nearly two years of nothing happening, everything's happening all at once, I now have a 'Long Term Conditions Team' social worker, as well as allegedly having a Welfare Rights Advocate... Mental Health started assessing me and then decided it was more of a brain injury thing, Neuro-psych assessed me, and decided it was more of a Mental Health thing, I'm being chucked around the NHS like a hot potato, nobody wants me, boo-hoo. Citizens Advice are trying to help with the debt issues, but all of the voluntary sector agencies are so over-stretched that it's taking ages. PIP tribunal the Wednesday after next, and I've reached the 'what is the point?' stage, not an ideal place to be.
That's me. 'Highly superior' for language skills, 'below average' for visual-spatial, I have it on paper, I'll put it in the folder with my GCSE certificates, shall I?
Now, to consider the best time of day to artificially inseminate a pumpkin plant. No, really, that IS on today's agenda. It's me, of course it is.