Alternative Therapies: Reflexology

I have very little time for the majority of alternative therapies; at the very least I am a sceptic. I like to think that I am open minded, but when people rave about homeopathy, acupuncture or reiki, I am ashamed to say that my mind becomes more closed than North Korea. I have tried hypnotherapy before but the effects were limited to the degree that I had no idea if there were any; on top of that  it cost an arm and a leg and so that therapy went out of the window pretty quickly. Reiki too did absolutely bugger all. I have a fear of needles, so acupuncture seems about as appealing as swimming with Great White sharks. Have you ever heard of urine therapy? No? Then it’s probably for the best as it is about as gross as the name would imply (I didn’t even consider trying that one for even a second; google it and you’ll see why).

It was with these opinions that I decided to give reflexology a whirl. I had just finished university and a lifetime in full-time education and entering the world of career first. Perhaps not surprisingly I had a nervous breakdown. I was prepared to leap on any opportunity to relieve the physically exhausting anxiety that didn’t involve illegal substances, alcohol or any of the therapies that I have been bad-mouthing above. A friend of my mum’s had been having reflexology for years and suggested it for me. No matter how weird the therapy is, there is always someone who swears by it (magnet therapy anybody?!?). However I knew this lady well and trust her and decided that I’d give it a go.

Several years later and I now feel that I have done it enough to confirm that it does actually help to reduce anxiety; well, at least for me it does. Maybe it’s the opportunity to take the weight off your feet for a bit whilst someone massages them than anything to do with energy lines or channels. The science certainly seems to suggest that this is the case. I now feel comfortable around my reflexologist and she acts as a sort of agony aunt, which I suppose could help too. I suggest trying a couple of sessions and seeing if you feel any different because if there’s a chance that it could help you deal with the negative aspects of being an Aspie, then it is worth a go.

Still Alive!

It's over a year since I started this blog and almost as long since I last posted! I'm sorry about that and would not be surprised if I have lost all two of my dedicated readers! The last few months have been quite tricky involving not a small amount of conflict with my sister. We have never really got on as although we are both opinionated, we have different views on almost everything. Fights with siblings are sadly not uncommon for the Aspie as a great deal of patience and understanding are needed to deal with us; something that she alas does not have. That is not  bad in a normal environment but when living with an Aspie it is necessary to have a great deal of it. She was living at home whilst searching for a job in London, which she now has (thank God!) and so has now moved back out. So now I am a little more relaxed and can at last get some creative inspiration. Here's hoping!

Illness and my Aspie mind

I usually have a pretty healthy immune system. When colds and the flu make their rounds I am usually either untouched or suffer less for a shorter period of time. It may be partly down to my obsession with cleanliness but there is only so much you can do to prevent infection in that way without developing full blown OCD. Besides, I take the view that a little dirt is good for you. I work outside a lot and in dusty conditions when I am inside and so get a lot of exposure. I also have two dogs which in terms of hygiene are the equivalent of licking the sole of your shoe a couple of times a year. I also take zinc capsules as a supplement which has been shown to improve the strength of your immune system (a link to several studies can be found here: 

http://jn.nutrition.org/content/130/5/1399S.short

Forget Echinacea, the evidence for that particular herbal remedy is ropey at best. I could go on forever about herbal remedies/supplements, but I should probably get back on topic. 

Every year in Britain several strains of flu and colds make their rounds, sweeping through the population and bringing misery to thousands of people. There is no way to avoid them all and to try would do far more harm than good. As if that wasn’t enough at least one strain of the Norovirus (or ‘winter vomiting bug’ as it is poetically nicknamed) stalks the land. As I said at the start, I usually avoid the worst and even when I get ill it is usually pretty quick. Since New Year though, I haven’t been so lucky. First I had a pretty painful and aggressive cold which managed to get into my ears and give me an ear infection. My siblings all had the same but mine seemed to go much quicker. However, it must have weakened my immune system sufficiently for the Norovirus to sneak into my system when I usually avoid it.

 Info from the NHS here: http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/norovirus/Pages/Introduction.aspx.  

I really hate being sick. Nobody likes it but I almost have a phobia of it. I couldn’t even watch someone being sick on TV until a few years ago. All of this made the fact that I have a really sensitive stomach and can (but not want to) be sick at the drop of a hat even more unpleasant. Normally when you are ill, being sick makes you feel a little better. Well, not with this strain of Norovirus; not even an empty stomach could save me. That on top of the fever and diarrhoea meant that I was pretty miserable for four days and it has taken me over a week to start felling even remotely ‘normal’. I even had to miss two days off work, which I rarely do. 

I really can’t stand people who spread sickness and disease through negligence. People sneezing without covering their nose or not washing hands after going to the loo are two of my biggest pet hates (leaving dirty hankies everywhere including the kitchen table also drives me mad). All of this in turn irritates my mother and sister, both of whom are really terrible for this sort of thing. If either of them is ill you can be sure as mustard that every other member of the family will catch it. I can see why they would be mad at me for making a fuss about them infecting everyone, but to suggest that it is inconsiderate on my part is taking it a little far. Sure they are ill, but then surely they should stay in bed and not sit in the kitchen all day spreading germs. That to me is more inconsiderate. When I am ill and contagious I stay in my room and wash my hands at every opportunity so that I won’t spread it to others; I would be mortified if I was responsible for infecting another person. Is it so wrong if I expect others to treat me with the same consideration as I treat them? I am proud to say that I did not infect any other member of the family with the Norovirus despite it being highly contagious. That fact at least made me feel a bit better.

Looking back on 2011

It is apparently traditional social protocol at this time of year to make New Years Resolutions. I however have no time for making absurdly impossible promises to better myself, especially when said promises are dictated by specific time-frames (did you understand that, because looking back I'm not sure that I entirely do. Like a monkey in a dress, it just seems wrong (though nowhere near as hilarious). I think I need some coffee...).

Author sods off to kitchen: spends 2 minutes reading the back of the coffee jar, 5 minutes staring out of the window whilst kettle almost boils itself dry and longer than strictly necessary stirring in the sugar. Ah... procrastination...

OK. I'm back and more importantly I have caffeine. You might think that I am a bit of a pessimist believing that resolutions are a pointless (they are; just look at a list of UN resolutions!), but I consider myself a realist, which I believe is somewhere in the middle of optimism and pessimism. No, I prefer instead to reflect upon what happened the year before and learn from the mistakes I made or the success that I enjoyed. 2011 was a tough year, or at least tougher than 2010; though both were easy compared to 2009. A large part of the trials that I experienced were the result of external events that I could neither predict, nor prevent. I was simply swept along by circumstances beyond my control. However, they did provide me with a great lesson to apply to 2012: enjoy the little things. For example, I can cope with a rough day provided I end up in my own bed at night with a good book or if I can take some time to watch a good film/play a good game. It just means making the best out of a crappy situation. I guess it all comes back the the CBT technique 'Mindfulness'. Here's hoping it will help me in 2012.

Happy New Year!

Well, here we are on the threshold of another year; according to the Christian churches, the 2012th since the birth of Christ (who hasn't aged a day). It is also the year that the world is set to end according to the Mayan calender and crazy people everywhere (I mean what did the Mayans know except for human sacrifice, dangerous roads and building pyramids wrong). Yes the world could end tomorrow but it's the same every day. The probability of this happening however is smaller than Nicholas Sarkozy. Religion it seems is impervious to science and statistics. 

You may be wondering why it has taken me a lot longer to produce a new post. Had I fallen down a well? Got lost whilst traversing the Sahara dessert? Frozen myself in order to skip 3 or 4 months into the future? Well, none of the above (brain freeze when eating an ice-cream too fast is painful enough!). My internet was down and it has taken me the best part of a month and hours on the phone to get it back up again. Needless to say I have now switched providers to a company less incompetent than the last (they weren't even trying!!!). So now I am back on-line! I just need to think of something to write now...

Moving on,,, or not.

After attempting to write some stuff for the Personality Imprint Project I have realised two things:

1. I don't have the time and energy to invest.
2. I would much rather write about religion and Aspergers.

After this mini epiphany I realised that I had made an error in stopping this blog. I also want to start another one called NuWorldReligion. May it last longer than the week (?) or so that PIP did! Hopefully I can get my creative juices flowing. Perhaps some sort of exotic smoothie is in order...

Moving on...

Dear readers, sorry that I have not posted for a while. There are two reasons for this dereliction of duty: firstly that circumstances at work are eroding more and more of my free time (which in this economic climate is a good thing; well as long as I get paid for it). Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, I am running out of inspiration for posts that stick to the confines of the topic of this blog. Wow... that was a mouthful. I should probably go back over that and check that my grammar is correct! Having the limited attention span that I do I have decided to focus on a new and for me at least, exciting project. I will call it the Personality Imprint Project or PIP. Check it out on Blogger if you are inclined to. I probably won't post on this blog for a while - so nothing has really changed :)  I just thought that I'd let you know what was going on.

Yours sincerely, Richard Avery