Fantastic Feedback….

My line manager has sent me the feedback that was done by the audience following the mental health presentation that was delivered yesterday.

And the feedback has been very, very positive. That is the key thing. I think that the audience have gone away with more knowledge and education on mental health issues, to prove that the message we delivered hit the spot. 

Companies can ask for consultants to come in and deliver presentations on a range of issues, and the consultants can charge top dollar for their time. But what those consultants don’t have is experience. Money isn’t an issue for me, knowledge that I’ve done a good job and have left the audience with a good impression is reward enough. I didn’t turn up in a suit and tie yesterday, just a jumper and a pair of jogging bottoms. That tended to fit in with the informal atmosphere in the room, and that helped us all relax and enjoy the morning. 

So I’m really pleased with the outcome of the presentation, and I hope there are more to come. We can always do better and look to improve our content and delivery. But that was a two hours that will stay with me because of the way we got our message across. Could there be a career as a keynote speaker on mental health for me? Who knows….baby steps, but that was so enjoyable yesterday I can’t begin to tell you. 

Feeling good!

Allen Brooks xx


Memories from this morning….

Something that has kept turning over in my mind from the presentation I did was the comment a member of the audience made:-“Thank you for being so honest and sharing your story”

To explain, I gave my mental health journey in around about ten minutes, commenting on the autistic diagnosis and the underlying causes of my depression and anxiety. All it was was an honest account of what has been going on. 

I don’t see being any other way on this issue. People admire honesty and I don’t embellish or exaggerate the story. It is what it is, and the story, amongst all the other things we did, seemed to be appreciated by the audience. If I can make one bit of difference into how that particular company deals with it’s workplace mental health, then I have done my job. 

Nothing but good memories from today…and that will stay in my mind in some future low moments, it will certainly help. 

Allen Brooks xx


I always think there’s no such thing as perfection, though I have tried to be the best at certain things, presentations, umpiring and the like, I can get rather down when I don’t perform up to the standard I’m capable of.

Today, me and my line manager went to do a mental health presentation at a local construction company. This is something different to what I’m used to as we haven’t done an adult presentation for quite a while, as most of the work has been in schools and colleges.

We were there for two hours, and to say it was wonderful would be understating things. It was an absolute joy to do, everyone really was interested in what I had to say, and we both used interaction to stop people from being disinterested, and that worked superbly. 

The number of people that came up to us both was a testament to how it went. We were complimented very fulsomely and thanked for our time. We had equal amounts of light and shade, mental health is a heavy subject and there was a dose of humour to help us. It was an informal atmosphere and that seemed to work better too, rather than standing up and pointing to a screen. There was an opportunity to describe my own mental health journey, and there was a video as well to describe what our charity does. A perfect blend, and an ideal template for future presentations too.

As I said about perfection, I believe there’s no such thing. But the two hours I have just enjoyed were pretty damn close to it. While I type, I’m enjoying a jacket potato with prawns as a well earned lunch. Now that is a great way to round off a super day so far. 

Just to say, when I’m feeling ok, I enjoy what I do, and I felt very relaxed today. Now that is a rarity, but as in Latin, carpe diem. Seize the day, and I have.

Bye for now.

Allen Brooks xx

Good Friends….

Evening folks. It’s been a good day today. One of those days I can look back on with some satisfaction. It helps to have good people around you to help you feel ok, and tonight was a good case in point.

Me and two former work colleagues went to a local greyhound racing track for some good quality sport and some lively banter. We won some money, we lost some money, but as this something we only do every so often, it provides a welcome change and relaxation. 

It helps to have great friends and it’s just good being in their company. After all, they have to put up with me and my ever changing moods! Tonight was very good and it helps keep my feet on the ground, knowing that there are some fine people out there who look out for me. I sometimes don’t realise it, but it is sure appreciated.

Early start tomorrow, so good night all.

Allen Brooks xx

Strange questions?

I went for another CBT appointment yesterday and it went very well. However, I have to fill in a form at the end of each session that indicates to the counsellor how I’ve been in the last two weeks. Moreover, there’s a section on the form that is somewhat alarming.

The section in question refers to suicide and any preparations to do so, whether currently or in the past. I’ve no idea who’s decided to redesign the form, but this particular section is frightening. Currently, I feel reasonably ok, and to answer questions on a very dark period in my life is something I find difficult.

The counsellor and myself have come to an agreement that I don’t fill that section in. And to be honest, if someone was that much in crisis, they wouldn’t be sitting there talking to a counsellor, they would be in a hospital’s A&E department or being taken to a psychiatric unit. Very, very bizarre line of questioning on a form, and one that strikes me as being poignant and somewhat insensitive. 

I don’t know what other people who undertake CBT think about this, but this is just a personal opinion. I’ve no wish to be reminded on a form on events that could have seen me in real danger. Maybe NHS England need to reconsider upsetting people in this way.

Allen Brooks xx

Watching and Learning….

Tonight I have spent a very productive few hours in the company of the mental health charity I am currently training with, and hopefully to volunteer for.

It was an opportunity to shadow a current volunteer on the charity’s helpline. There are several charities in the U.K. that run helplines for people with mental illnesses, and it was certainly an eye opening experience, to say the very least.

The volunteer took six calls, and the variation in the nature of the calls indicates what a distressing existence it can be to have a mental illness, or even to contemplate something life ending. For obvious reasons, I will not elaborate on the callers or the nature of their calls. 

Helplines are a lifeline, quite literally. It’s like throwing somebody an aid to save them from drowning. I am used to dealing with real issues at the weekly Peer Support group, but tonight was here and now, mental distress in the raw.

I honestly don’t know how the volunteers on the helpline keep their distance, their boundaries or their patience. The guy I was shadowing was magnificent. Professional, polite and patient. He was a real credit to the organisation and we got on well. He also valued my comments about the individual calls too, which was nice. 

I must say, the helpline volunteering is not for me. If I didn’t have my own issues, then dealing with distress wouldn’t be a problem, but with all that has happened the last seven years, dealing with extreme stuff probably is a bit beyond my capabilities. The Peer Support group is different, because anyone in crisis in the group is referred straightaway to clinical services, and wouldn’t be allowed in the group. There is an informal vetting procedure, something that doesn’t happen with helplines.

I am up for moderating an online forum and doing some admin work with the new charity. Just going to keep my head down and make my contribution, in my own way.

An enlightening evening, and I have great admiration for anyone working on helplines. Mental illness is something to be taken very seriously, and these helplines perform a crucial outlet for those in need. Long may they continue.

Allen Brooks xx

And finally…private conversations???

To conclude, the bus journey to the office was interesting, as it often is. I go upstairs, sit at the back and try to keep myself to myself, if I can. It’s just that the outside world can interfere with that moment of solitude.

I always thought mobile phones were for private conversation. I tend not to hold a phone conversation in public, unless I really have to as a matter of importance. I don’t want anyone knowing my business.

Today, on the top deck, the world and his wife were treated to a conversation between an irate lady and a parcel delivery company who hadn’t delivered an ordered item. We were treated to the whole gamut, and even to the point that the irate lady gave out her address to the world. I don’t want to know thanks, or want to know that your parcel has been delayed, I’m trying to have some peace and quiet and you’re ruining it. 

All I’m saying is that conversations should be private, not played out in front of 25/30 people on a bus, and in a loud voice. Oh I forgot, I have a loud voice too, so much so that deaf people’s hearing aids and the local dog population spook! But I don’t reveal my details so others can hear. Privacy should mean privacy, or am I asking too much?

Allen Brooks xx