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Transitions

It’s interesting, I just read on Kate’s blog about a request to change the style of clothing they wear. I’ve had some requests lately too.  The request from inside us has been to dress with more color not just gray T-shirts, white or blue.

We’ve got a ton of skirts and dresses which have been worn a lot more lately but they want color. I don’t wear printed shirts but I’m sure I can find a few colored shirts I’d wear. The funny thing is, I can wear the skirt (solid or printed) but I can’t wear a girl’s blouse, at all. I can’t do that yet.

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Happy Pink Kid

I have to write about this because someone just made my 5 year old very, very happy. She and I can’t stop smiling. Amy Pink just sold her very first painting ever.  She’s given some away before but this is the first time she’s sold one. I’m so happy for her. This is so cool. She’s officially a paid arteest. Continue reading ‘Happy Pink Kid’

At Sunrise A Garden

Dr. D and I talked about how the coping skill of dissociation is old and not needed the way it was when I was younger.

We talked about a few pictures I did which show my messy head and anxious thoughts.  I’m also feeling a bit abandoned by Joan. I didn’t want to force her to come back but we’re wondering how she could just leave like this. I see her from time to time but she isn’t out in front the way she needs to be. I’m a bit unhappy about that.

 

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This Path

I’ve been depressed but uncertain as to why. I couldn’t figure it out so I went back and looked at old entries. While looking back I noticed triggers as well as my reactions to those triggers. I find it interesting that after a mother issue my Mute alter surfaces followed by a very vocal yet vicious one.

I’m physically and emotionally exhausted and now I know why.

Dec 1st, 2010, started listening to The Rose again. Painted picture of rose on a hill with gold.
Amy Pink has been out more and longer, hours at a time, exhausting.
Dec 9, 2010 defensive, Robert out more, as protection against mother. Strong concerns we’d lose ourselves. Stripped of femininity.
Dec 11 Robert becomes more and more vicious, tortures us with strict detail of abuses, laughs, looks like mother when does it.
Dec 17,  Increased nightmares – sister in cage, flies in my purse
Dec 21st, noticeable instability
Dec 24th, started working again outside the home
Dec 24th, mother shows up around 3:30am
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On Crossing the Street

The session itself went just fine. Dr. D (finally) kicked in to helping me stay grounded enough to not go so far in my head I couldn’t get back. I left the session with Amy Smiles out, giggling of course cause that’s what she does. When I got out to the waiting room I began to search for my lighter to get a cigarette so that Morton would come back out and drive us home. Joan is MIA at the moment so Morton needed to take us home. She looked all through our bag but couldn’t find a lighter, she panicked. She thought she would have to stay out until finally Morton made his way back forward. She began to cry right there in the middle of the waiting room. Embarrassed!

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Paintings By Amy Pink

Despite the fact that its totally exhausting to have a young one out for an extended period of time, Amy Pink has been at her painting yet again. She absolutely loves it and finds peace while doing it, so why not? One of the concerns she has about people seeing her work is that they’ll wonder if an adult helped her paint it. I’ll tell you now, no, she did this on her own. If you need a reason for why a 5 year old paints well then think of this, she’s a 5 year old in a 40 year old body. So there you have it, the girl paints quite well and I’m proud of her little self.  She puts her heart and soul into her work so I thought I’d brag on her a little bit.

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DREAM: Sister in Dog Crate

In last nights dream I kept my sister in a dog crate on the floor with a food bowl just outside her reach. I sat in a very messy room eating a plate of food watching her paw at the bowl outside the crate. She tried to break out of the crate but I warned her that she would be hurt badly if she attempted to escape again. I planned on going over there to inflict a serious beating if she kicked the cage one more time. She calmed down and I finished my meal.

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