cynthiamarie
Posts: 205
Joined: 3/11/2005 From: Bluefield, WV, USA Status: offline
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mons...I skipped my teenager years, went straight from playing with my dolls and stuffed toys (till age 13 or so) to adulthood. When I see cliques and weirdness about designer clothing and which cars are considered "hot", I have no idea why other people do or need any of these things. Mentally, I can sort of grab onto the concept, but emotionally I'll never really get it. Even if I could find a shrink to help my inner child grow up, I don't think I'd want to go through that if that's what being normal would mean. If I see a lovely water puddle and want to go wading through it...*sighs*. I miss it when my kid was little and I did anything I wanted cuz everyone thought I was only doing it for him. I'm still saving the gadget that makes "I Love You" show up on toast and the alphabet icecube trays for my future *crosses fingers* grandkids. Also leaving pix and notes in the scrapbooks on how to drip food coloring into water balloons, fill them up, put them in a plastic tub, then take them outside to use on icicles...wow, splatting them and making the ice turn all colors is wunnerful...alongside the pix of my son riding a camel, and then an elephant. Having an inner child can be where a lot of pure joy and creativity spring from. mons, I submerged myself in painting and sculpting and only came up for air some years later to hop a bus from WV to CA a month or two after I turned 17. I used to love painting doll house sized oil paintings, and now because of you I'm obsessing on making disgustingly sweet doll comforters complete with lace, lol. *Thinks of lamp shades too.* *Groans* Oh no, oh no, oh no...I usually get away with making some barbie doll type sleeping bags and cammo action figure sleeping bags for kids I know but now...the dollhouse stuff sounds so enchanting again. I've got some Sculpey clay from Walmart and can make anything I want...tea sets, lamps, annnnnnything. *Thinks of stuffing the doll house kitchen with choc chip cookies and stuff, parasols, crystal chandeliers...and purple carpet.* Wait a minute...I can make one room look like a fancy bordello or a dungeon or whatever... I think the adult me is a corruptive influence on my inner child! By the way, I'm not into age play but it's not on my hard limits list. As for the child abuse survivor=future BDSMer theory, well...the USA's FBI says one in three girls, and one in five boys are victimized. That would be a heck of a lot of us into BDSM, hm? NOT. If there were that many of us, we'd be so strong in numbers that we'd have no fears of being outed or of any nasty repercussions caused by ignorant/bigoted people. Also, past real abuse made it harder for me, not easier, to allow myself to "hurt" someone else. I shouldn't have even commented on what was said these other issues, but... my inner child made me do it! *Furtively polishes up her dented halo...grins unrepentently...and dreams of making snowmen this winter and spritzing them with blue food dye.*
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