When I was a little girl, I had four imaginary playmates who were all animals with their own made-up names. My mother, who was not very nurturing, and my much older sister, would threaten to do bad things to them if I mentioned them. They thought something was wrong with me for seeing playmates who were not there. For example, they would throw them out of moving car windows, and I could "see" them flying out and getting hurt. I would scream and cry if they "hurt" them. They thought this was great fun. I am in my 40's now, but all of my life it has bothered me. I have sort of felt like I have been mourning these imaginary creatures ever since. Was this some bizarre form of emotional abuse, and how do I get rid of this sad feeling I still have?
2006-06-12
07:16:34
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