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Showing posts with label Ouija Board. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ouija Board. Show all posts

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Under The Breath Talking

Yesterday, Janey was holding the LaLaLoopsy doll I got her for Christmas.  I asked her, in the way that I am constantly talking to her without expecting an answer "What is your dolly's name?"  She then talked under her breath, and I think she said "Elizabeth"  I said "Is Elizabeth your friend?" and got another under the breath answer, which I took as "my best friend"

This set up a perfect example of something that Janey has done since she was very, very little, before even the regression.  She says some of her most conversational and meaningful things in a very, very low voice, not quite a whisper but a fast and low tone that is quite hard to hear or understand.  And I am never sure if I am hearing and understanding her correctly.  It's an example of the Ouija Board phenomenon, as I think of it.  I WANT her to be saying certainly things, and so maybe my mind assigns that meaning to sounds that don't really mean that.  Or maybe she really does say meaningful things in a voice that's hard to understand.  This one was a case of something I'd love almost more than anything---for Janey to be playing with a doll, for her to have an imaginative life like that.  The very fact I was asking her the questions about the doll shows that.  And the human mind is good at making the world what it wants the world to be.  So did Janey mutter something at random and I heard "Elizabeth"?  Or did she say that?

I couldn't get any more from her about the subject.  She just went back to playing with the doll in her favorite way to play with anything---biting on Elizabath or Not-Elizabeth's foot.  But she was having a great day, and in general was alert and happy, so who knows?  Maybe sometimes we have to play those games with our mind.  Maybe that's part of how language happens---the first "Dada" and "Mama" might not really be those words, but we make them so, and they become meaningful.  Maybe I shouldn't care.  Maybe I shouldn't be so determined to make sure I'm never being fooled.  Maybe I will find Elizabeth and put her in bed with Janey and just feel happy, for now.