While talking to Dr. D one of the smaller ones popped out. Wide eyed and a bit frightened she slid to the far end of the sofa and right to the floor. Within her sights was a doll house. She’d seen it before and told him he needed to sweep her bedroom because it was dusty. She asked all kinds of questions about the house leading me to believe she’s in the “why” stage. She then said, “We should get one of these.” He asked what we would do with it. She said kind of confused, “Play with it.” She liked the wooden house. It looked real, not like a Fisher Price house with bold screaming colours that don’t allow the eyes to rest. For most of the session they talked about the house and different parts of it. Little did he know her small wish would be granted. For 99 cents at the local thrift store we brought home our first doll house ever. It is of course a fixer upper but in the spirit of a child I say, “It’s mine, all mine.” I don’t care if it’s a fixer upper or not. We’ll paint it and do whatever we want with it. Oh, someone said we should do a tiny mural inside. Oh how fun. Continue reading ‘The Doll House’
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For a full hour we sit and talk as if we’re old friends with no problems, like we don’t hate one another, like we’re pleased to hear the others voice on the phone. We sat for a full hour chatting about a friend who has three months to live and how crabby he is waiting to die of cancer. I don’t say how harsh it sounds for you to call him crabby or for you to say his 15 yr old daughter is being unreasonably angry about living with a father who has Schizophrenia and three months to live. Your voice fades into fog and I can hardly hear you but I add a few acknowledgments anyway. Continue reading ‘Love Letters’
I have that sick at heart feeling that I’d truly like to get rid of.
We talked about doing relaxation stuff before we start therapy but we kinda freaked about it. We’re supposed to listen to his voice and be okay with that. Lord no, I don’t think so. Then Amy worried he’d want us to go to sleep or something. We talked about Blossom for a bit and how the little one’s really don’t like the girl. Then he said something that we seem to feel powerless to keep her away from us. Insert Robert who doesn’t like to feel powerless. From there our original (the host) popped out for a few minutes having no clue what the hell was going on. She apologized for our mother being so cruel to us and making it so difficult to treat us in therapy. She said she didn’t want to be put to sleep either. I think she actually stayed for the rest of the session. That may be the first or second time she’s been in his office. She’s been around a bit here and there lately. Continue reading ‘Sick At Heart’
Destiny is not happy with her name anymore. She worries it’s come to be known as a trouble making out of control alter. She wants a new name. She’s only been called Destiny for maybe 4 or 5 yrs now. Before that she went by Julie or Julia. I can’t remember now. I don’t know it’s so much of a name change she wants so much as a different way of being seen. She doesn’t want to be a joke or thought of as “the sexual one” and stuff like that. I’m afraid we’ve done to her what was done to me for so long. We seem to stick labels on each other even when those labels hurt. Continue reading ‘More Than A Label’
At 11PM the phone rang. I nearly got through the entire week end with no Blossom incidents. This one was easy though. She called wondering if a question I asked about her therapist was asked with the intent of making fun of her, of Blossom. I asked if her therapist had her baby yet. Blossom thought I should have known she had the baby 5 weeks ago. I said I didn’t remember her telling me. I guess that short conversation was taken as me making fun for a supposed memory problem Blossom has. I truly didn’t remember her telling me her therapist had the baby. I started wondering what else I’ve said innocently that was taken the wrong way or seen as me poking fun at her. “Did your therapist have the baby yet?” Somehow that question totally took off in the wrong direction, a direction I didn’t know it took until the next day when she called crying saying she’d been in “despair” all day. Continue reading ‘Bi Polar and Borderline Sympathies’
I woke up this morning anxious and angry about last night’s dreams. It was your typical stuff, a hurt child, stray cats and locked doors. One such door had a huge sign on it that said, “Keep this door open at all times.” The door was bolted and boarded shut. It was an emergency exit for an apartment I lived in just before I went to live with a foster family that now holds the title, “Best Family I Ever Lived With.” That apartment building comes up quite a bit in my dreams. It was like a maze getting out of the foyer but once you got out there was a small parking lot and a huge open field. I use to run the length of the field up to the railroad tracks and follow it as far as I could stand to go. I’d run all the way up, never looking back. Continue reading ‘No Escape’
I now have a Crafts and Originals gallery.
This is a preview of what is to come. Also see my Etsy shop for other paintings on 3 x 5 craft wood. Continue reading ‘New Gallery of Crafts and Originals’
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