And On a More Positive Note…

My last post left me trying, unsuccessfully, to chase the Black Dog away for the rest of the day. Cinnamon Swirls didn’t fix it, and neither did driving up and down the dual carriageway at 70mph with Craig David damaging my eardrums. But when I picked Mr Man up from his table tennis practice tonight, all my sadness seemed to melt away as I listened to him enthusiastically detail his evening.

Mr Mans table tennis season came to an end last month with his team finishing in second place in division two and with him just narrowly missing third place for the average number of games won. Considering he had two relapses during this time (one caused by stress and the other due to a medication change) I think he did amazingly well. Next season he will go up into the first division.

Last summer he didn’t cope so well once the season had finished as he had nothing to focus his mind on, but I’m pleased to say that now his club have their own dedicated premises so they will be able to stay open for the whole summer. A summer league has been organised, which Mr Man is taking part in, and the premises can be hired throughout the summer for practice.

I am amazed at how well Mr Man is doing at the moment. When I think back to the beginning of the season, he didn’t want to mix with players outside game nights, and he often didn’t want to go to practice nights either. When he did go he only stayed for about 45 minutes. He started going more regularly when he started losing games on game nights! After a while he increased his time at practice nights to an hour and a half, mainly for my benefit, so that I would have time to see a friend for an hour in between dropping him off and picking him up. He started chatting more with other players, and at the summer league earlier this week he even exchanged numbers with one of them! His new friend text him today, and they arranged to go to practice earlier than usual, so he was there for two hours this evening. His friend can’t make it next Friday though, so they’ve decided to practice together on the Saturday!

I know this probably sounds like nothing unusual to other people, but to me it is a real breakthrough. Mr Man hasn’t interacted with others as well as this since about 2001.

He played really well tonight. Now that he is taking Citalopram he seems to be coping much better with his anxiety, and no longer needs to use Diazepam, so his reactions are much quicker. Tonight he outplayed a premier division player who won 85% of his games last season! Not surprisingly then, Mr Man has been asked to help out with coaching, which he has agreed to (and seems to be looking forward to), even though the summer league is on the same night of the week, so it will mean being out of the house for about 5 hours on that night! I asked him if he thought he would be ok, but he didn’t seem worried, he just said “Well if I don’t cope very well I’ll just tell the bloke who organises it that I’m not very well, he’ll understand”. This surprised me as Mr Man doesn’t usually like to admit that he is unwell, in case people ask what is wrong.

He has also decided that he is ready to play in two leagues next season, which will mean more nights out of the house, and he has volunteered to redesign the club website, and to update it weekly, so he has lots of things planned to keep himself busy and his mind occupied.

I am so proud of him. He has shown amazing strength and courage.