This blog will take the form of letters to various events, experiences, people, epiphanies that have impacted on my particular life journey. I will use it as platform for free expression, the occasional rant...but always a step towards "sorting" all the various stages and compartments of my life so far. I hope to achieve clarity, a certain freedom and positive frameworks for building a happier, calmer and more fullfilled journey. It will probably end up being chronological for the most part. Also, hopefully, a tool for "letting go" and "moving on".
Dear Childhood,
If I'd have known how hard and devoid of "speaking up" it would be, I feel sure I would have chosen not to go through this part of my life. I remember being part of a loving family, but my gosh, "difficult emotional stuff" was never talked about or shared. Is this why we 50s kids are reasonably screwed up? Anything new my sisters and I discovered in play or at school seemed to be scrutinised and commented on by our parents and other elders before we could even consider including them as part of growing up.
For example, I always wanted a barbie-my parents thought she was vulgar (perfect plastic breasts, delicate feet always in high heels, and that face? just not very nice!) So we were given tammy dolls. Same idea-more demure. We still loved them, and our versatile mother employed herself endlessly supplying hand sewn or knitted outfits for them. Now, as an adult, I still needed to get the barbie thing out of my system, so I collected them later in life.
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