At last, someone who knows--and tolerates--the real me!! I keep things for two reasons:
first, when my parents bought a home when I was 15, I had lived in 15 places because my parents went from one school to another. I left my nurse at age 4, nt doll at age 7, left my dog stubby at age 8, my piano at age 11, and my mother was given to giving my things away to other children (my complete Classic Comics) a cousin (my WWII militaria), my
books because somebody came along asking for books. By golly, when I had my home, my home was my library, my tools and gadgets, my records and tapes, and my
ART on every wall. I never discussed this with a therapist, but just had to suck it up and go on until I was old enough to have MY STUFF!!









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