Girlie Girl
Big Sis is as girlie as girls get. Big Bro is folding into his manly resignation that boys don't get to have fashion flourishes and has adopted Gampy's high tech uniform of blue jeans and t-shirts. Gampy is braced for the possibility that Big Bro will reach the level of his co-workers who buy only one color of t-shirt and one style of blue jeans for the simpler fashion coordination. If Wifey put it in the drawer, it is good to go on any given day or occassion. I doesn't even have to waste precious picoseconds on the light switch. Zoom zoom. . .
Big Sis's closet is already looking like an Edith Head production. I suspect that one day soon I will look into her sock drawer and find the socks meticulously sorted by her creative flows. No, silly Gammy. Those are Princess socks. They don't belong in the Dairy Maid section! ! !
My bad, Precious Princess. I am just a lowly tinker, after all.
Is it my paranoia that believes PTSD Barbie has co-opted the PTSD support groups? Empowered Barbie came with GI Joe and all Ken's things. PTSD Barbie added GI Joe's disability pension to her asset portfolio. Who gives a fuck where her narcisstic ex made off to? Her support group management style is? ? ? Intense? ? ? Inside my strictly personal psychoses(pl) she is a source of continual Pimp Sis flashbacks. Get your friggin' kleenex stuffed bra off my 12 year old chest! ! ! Keep your blasted war paints off my face! ! ! The dye I wish for your head is spelled with an *I*! ! !
Our Precious Princess is a four year old child who has been through a year of trauma which could well be equal to the childhood trauma which set the stage for the Pimp Sis/Brat Sis drama my older sister and I played out during the years my mother was launching the anti-smoking propaganda machine. Can I use those ugly memories to guide me in the healing of Big Sis's trauma? For certain, neither Pimp Sis nor Brat Sis belong in Edith Head's production studio.
Sorting. . . Stepping small and praying big. Listening for the quiet voice.
Is this morning calm losing the *too good to be* and feeling simply true? Maybe. . . I'm still leery of that mysterious light at the end of the tunnel. Still plying anti-hyper protocols. Mindfullness good. Hyper-mindfullness not so much.
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arfie, glad to hear you're "losing the *too good to be* and feeling simply true? Maybe" I'm hoping to follow your lead and have a TGIF Friday today, one day at a time.
Evil Nerd Grin. . .
"TGIF Friday" is redundant. The F of TGIF is acronymic Friday.
Buttttttttttttaaaaaaaaaaaa. . . For most of our working class heroes, Fridays are worth repeating as often as possible.
By whatever name, may your weekend be worthy of the gratitude, Profie.
Arfie you are a wonder!
A great gift to a child is to let each be who they choose. Not a clue about anyone co-opting a PTSD group. Support and prayers.
In the psychotic sense which has me triggering like a bad girl within the PTSD forums, "PTSD Barbie" isnae an individual person. She is a brass ovaries dialogue of Feminist Victim cliches about ? ? ? The collective rhetoric about "Abusive/narcissistic Exes," bad to the bone mothers, et al, triggers me to some pretty deep psychoses(pl) of kiddie whorehouse Janes, mean girls, etc. I honestly donae trust my strictly personal interpretation of the phenom.
Not to worry, Ms Simpson. Security lights are another of my phobic psychosis triggers. I have filed PTSD Barbie under the same psychotic file as the folks (both genders) who ran the stage lights, costumes, etc., for Shirley Temple in a G-string. 'Tis a psychotic trigger. Plying strictly personal tools for separation of trigger and flashbacks. You arenae on the list of supporters I feel safe discussing ^it^ with. 'Tisnae a surprise to me that you havenae a clue. The security lights havenae a clue, either. A psycho trigger is *just* a reminder.
Support and prayers both needed and appreciated. It is up to me to do the therapy work.
Thanks for the input. Support and prayers continue.
Hugs & support