Junior Jo

One form of Junior me was this, modified by a friend a few years back where the grey pleated skirt was changed for a straight hard-wearing one similar to that wear by girls at my high school and where the red sweatshirt is replaced by a V neck sweater allowing my blouse an school tie to show through.
The key word in this 'Junior', pre-teen, as that's very much how feel my inner child is and mentally I'm at as afterward the mismatch between appearing teen and how I was (and remain) really became more noticeable to the point I had to be looked after and even sheltered from some aspects of regular teen life.

Numbers

The weekends interlude of snow has passed so I wobble around our estate without fallin' down today which is nice as I don't like being shut in much at all.
Talking in various places across the week brought a few memories back about the past like how we were taught math.

 For us everything started with learning addition and subtraction (take aways) and the decimal system (yay for logical units!) before being introduced to times tables which we had to learn by rote, reciting both individually and as class  up to the Twelve timestable and also by compiling our own time tables  in a grid form.
Everything came from either a text book or more often what our class teacher stuck up on the board for us to either copy down in our exercise books and complete or to work through in class on the board with us being called out to complete in front of the class  showing your working out.
There weren't any work sheets, calculators or a computer back then.
Carrying over numbers and doing long division are kinda etched in my brain which says a lot about how effective the whole class teaching was despite my best effects of telling the teacher I didn't think I should have to, which responded in a sharp reminder who was actually in charge.
We did do fractions but by the time I went to boarding school we got more into equations, area and trigonometry  which I was lousy at to be honest.

On character

 

When you scratch the surface, although I may know of the world, fundamentally I'm  an innocent  little girl who just likes to suck lollipops, skip enjoying cute things and having fun than the things older teens and adults generally get up to who deserves to have that respected.

I may get things wrongs and sometimes be naughty but not a bad little girl at heart, far from it.

Random Friday post stayin' wrapped up

 

With this time of year one only wishes for the brilliant colour of the summer not least when my bones feels the damp cold air and the Sunflowers in peoples gardens growing although it is brighter today.

I am better today than I was earlier on in the week when I seamed to have pulled my left hamspring yet again just getting to sit up in the bed first thing and was able to see the hairdressers on our main road for a trim and some restyling attending with my nails painted as ever.

Today I've been doing some colouring so far connected with Thanksgiving although I would say Thanksgiving in Canada is a month earlier and I don't understand why over here you don't celebrate it.

Last night I had to quickly rescue Mr Marmalade who had gotten his paw right through the gas fires grill, heaven only knows why he'd do that, as it was very close to the flames just as I had some very hot tea in my hands so had to quickly put it down without spinning it on my skirt and legs and yank the errant paw away.

He's so strange like that as no cat I've ever had has ever tried it before.

I've always loved reading comics, especially British ones loving the Minnie the Minx strips for like eons so It won't be long before an annual or two arrives care of Mr Claus so I thought end  by a older frame in one weeks strip I remember laughing at.

 What she says is very much the kind of thing I'd of!

Until next edition, byes.

Personal growth

It's kind funny how it is change and permanency crop in in differing forms when it is we think about aspects of our lives such as what may matter the most or the direction a hobby or interest may take.
Some people may put a great store on things being the same then, now and even in the future living around patterns from the past and equally we can all think of people who never really seem settled, forever swapping and changing things at whim, sometimes to the consternation of those closest to them.
Sometimes you may feel things changing but hear the siren calls of those who just loved you and what you do begging you not to change, that you and what you do is all that you are and to embark on journey be it personal or in developing your skills would lose you your own qualities while others still may wish to take you down routes you might not feel sure over.
To grow and to adapt either as a person or in your interests to me seems on the face of it a healthy thing as that would imply you are learning and exploring more of what interests and fascinates you.
I know and sometimes it feels at certain sites as if I'm forever on about, I am changing, learning  to do and live with greater expectations of doing things to those I'm been familiar with far a long time which hasn't been easy.
It would of been easy to given the matters that came to a head last year to had done nothing, in effect deciding to have stayed in rut which may have been a dead for end for me but a comfortable one but instead pursued on that was and has been painful at times but has ultimately been more benefit to me. Sometimes it's the courage to change that we need.

Thankfulness

I've just been a bit busy this week being giving some thought to what Mom could get me for Christmas as she's not as able as she was to get out to go visiting store after store for me.
I wonder what would happen if she could get Voucher redeemable for a years spankings for me?
You see, and it's super hard actually admitting this in print, outside of the stuff that can't be helped like my multiple disabilities and how they effect my life, a good deal of the other problems really stem how I was brought up , or more accurately not.
For one thing there is a view, a whole mindset even in some circles that says a child (or for that matter an adult) is diagnosed with a condition that may have an effect on how you react and behave, then you're not guilty of being 'naughty' because you by virtue of having this cannot be expected to control any urges.
Note it's not saying you may difficulty in controlling them, or even implying you may be expected to have *some* control and responsibility for what happens. It implies you don't and from that excuses you from any consequences.
To a large degree to the extent my folks even bought into the idea of my culpability and any kind of a sanction at all for infractions, they went with that view that they'd be punishing me for what I had no control over so outside to a degree at school and with other folks, they'd just try distracting me or try talking about it at such a low level it never really felt like a 'telling off' even.   If they'd of started more on the premise it might of been difficult for me control my feelings or to have understood a rule but that wasn't a reason not to punish me because I needed to learn and society expects me to take responsibility for my actions, we might of been getting somewhere. Putting me across the knee or a couch from an early age for a light spanking followed by a short explanation of what I needed to do would of done more good in getting the message across that my behaviour wasn't acceptable even it left me tearful and contrite to the point I'd feel motivated to at least try to do better.
The supreme irony of that is that in 2015, it's exactly that which has happened without fail - an adult 'middle' Jo being spanked by trusted adults as a 'middle' school child - has become more mature, learned to control better her emotions and while sometimes slipping up, is doing much better, getting to grips with social norms, learning to take and act more responsibly within those medical/disability limits.
Even Mom sees the difference!
That's why in 2015 I am thankful to everyone who is re-parenting me and this post two weeks before the Thanksgiving weekend is here. Love and hugs, Jo.

Chilling little style III

After Monday's write up about the combined Halloween and Bonfire party here is the unexpected follow up.
Whenever people get together, not only do they talk about different things but sometimes they may bring things that for whatever reason they no longer have a use for or perhaps found didn't fit quite right but would rather another had if they could make use of them and this is very true in the Adult Little Girl community.

In many ways as discussed in 2013, this picture which is a part of the same photo series, captures the spirit of the 12ish Middle me, a girl who relaxes sucking her lolipop, stroking her pet and reading a book who may know more of the grown up world but isn't in it as just those things alone are what matters in your world.
 I remember writing in December 2014 around how it was the form of uniformed schoolgirl was going to change as I was to be wearing pinafore dresses with my first outing in one at the Christmas party and how they felt so me.
Pinafore dresses are for a good number of actual schoolgirls, a requirement of their being at school as part of the uniform emphasizing your 'belonging' to that school and the implied acceptance of its rules.
There is a parallel of sorts with me because my caregiver requires me to wear mine not just as an adult middle treated very much as the little but also it does reinforce the acceptance of His rules and any correction that follows. It is MY uniform.
Not surprisingly that is very much how most of the time I've been out with people this year and certainly worn at home with blouses and even a tie!

I have a few school type pinafore dresses now in my wardrobe but was rather surprised to see Matron at GHS had something hanging on the stairwell that she said I could have if it fitted.
Math isn't my strong point -prolly was fitted with Math proof cap early on in life! - and sizing isn't always straight forward  but putting it against me it seemed right.
It was a grey pinafore with a heart shaped front zip but  with a straight skirt section that was a bit thicker than some of mine by Banner so seeing it was a 17/18 I took it back with me.
I put it on after a quick wash on arrival home Sunday coming down the stairs to my folks wearing it with an air of confidence sitting downstairs an having my evening meal in it and they said NOTHING!
It fitted perfectly so I like to thank Matron for her kind offer of it as she understands the importance of Uniforms to middles like me.