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I have been very happy with my experience over the last year at OMH, and I am so happy I took the step to get help.

From my experience over months of working intensively to survive traumatic and complicated grief, everyone with whom I interact with at OMHC has been and continues to be compassionate, patient, and expert professionals. From the first day when I arrived and collapsed into a lobby chair with tears streaming and reality shifted from normal, I was rescued and cared for by these remarkable people. Working weekly with both a grief counselor and a physician, I discovered that the interplay between my underlying medical conditions and high functioning autism were being dramatically affected by the traumatic grief. This caused a period of reactive psychosis or shift from reality where nothing seemed real and I could once again see and speak with my recently departed mother. Without help, people with autism do not process grief like a neuro-normal and as such are more profoundly affected and can become very ill, like I had. The underlying adrenal insufficiency and narcolepsy, which were caused by prior damage to the pituitary and hypothalamus organs of the brain, are potentially life-threatening if not treated appropriately. Due to the autism and subsequent inability to process traumatic grief, my neurological medical conditions were thrown into disequilibrium. The result was daily adrenal crises and significant reduction in neurotransmitters of the brain. Some of these are responsible for higher brain function, such as the executive functions, namely decision making, reasoning abilities, cognitive processing of information (difficulty taking in and understanding information), and even impulse control. Insomnia. Inability to eat mainly because food didn't just taste a little off but rather it tasted rotten. The world seemed to be very far away and foggy. My head felt like a huge rock on my shoulders instead of my own head. My body felt weighed down and slow as if I were trying to slog my way through tar. But nothing mattered because of the deep depression that had settled in to stay for a long visit. This is when the world became dream-like and I could see momma again. I had been unable to locate grief counseling for many weeks since momma passed regardless of how hard I tried to find it and begged for help. There was nothing. But now, that no longer mattered because momma was back. For a very brief time, returning to the work that I loved and had worked nearly half my life to be able to do, now seemed like someone else's life. My medical leave was ending soon and I should be concerned about it. However, I was so satisfied and relieved to have mommy back home that I was unconcerned that the world had disappeared. We talked for hours everyday. When I went to the pharmacy for refills, as mommy was always reminding me when it was time to take my medicine, the pharmacist had heard I was looking for grief counseling and mentioned this place in a big building over there down that little road at the very end. I put the bag of medicine into my purse and seemed to float to the car and over to that place. I don't recall seeing any name on the building or a sign out front and wasn't sure I was where I was supposed to be. I was just so very tired and weak. I entered and saw comfortable chairs and collapsed into one. My memory is very hazy around some of these weeks but there are important aspects that rise above all of the heavy fog. These are very kind, genuinely kind people, I recall thinking. I'm being given some instructions and because they're obviously trying to help me, I will do as they ask. They're very kind, gentle, and warm people. During these days that stretched into weeks, life was a blur of ongoing crying jags that filled my head with such pain that it felt like it might crack open, conversely, I enjoyed many soothing talks with mommy. She was always waiting for me when I returned home. Gratitude and happiness filled me each time I saw her. Sadly, as I was improving, mommy was disappearing. I grieved again. I am here because I was first carried by and then allowed to lean on the remarkable and compassionate people at OMHC.