Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A new dawn



 At high school we did Scottish Country dancing but never highland dancing as pictured  above  where the dancer is in Aboyne dress.
The more I have thought about it, the more I have come to the conclusion that I wish to come to a better understanding of how my 'Little Girl' side works, how I can engage with it constructively while handling my adult responsibilities that arise from the chronological side of my so-called age.I believe the only way I may achieve this is through dialog with like minded people not that will say 'you do this, this and this' but more I'lll be able to take in synthesize and construct a way that will work for me.

Friday, September 17, 2010

More regressive replacements

Remove my adult sleeping attire and replace by something really cute so I'm your little girl sleeping in her childrens bed at a early hour of your very own choosing.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

On family life

Apart from so wanting the girls school tunics I just wanted to be feel a part of proper loving family who cared for each other as a unit rather than the mess and disturbances I had with mine as a child.
Something really met my needs.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Regressive replacements

And while your at it, why not replace some interests and hobbies for something more suitable?
Like giving me dolls so rather than reading glossy fashion magazines, I play with dollies, dressing them?
Or card games for the child I'm regressing to?
 
So I play snap  instead with you.

And a plushie to carry with me too?

Friday, September 3, 2010

Hey teacher

I always had a defiant streak in me, not usually a loud one but one that certainly was there toward  anyone that would deny me what I wanted or free expression of what I felt, having very strong emotions running through me.
That urge to lash out was and is in me even now even if I may use words rather than physical objects to lob in your general direction and yest sometimes months one when I find out what it was really about I have pangs of regret for just lashing out rather than checking the facts first.