That doll, became my best friend...that doll watched over me...that doll helped me cover bruises...that doll talked to me, protected me and I, in turn, protected my doll. She would sleep in a boot in my closet so she could be safe and not found and he could not find her...
I kept that doll forever, she was the only doll/toy I had from my shit childhood...
Then one day, while my husband and I were doing spring cleaning of sorts, he found the doll in my closet and along with other things he thought were junk, he threw her away....
At first, I did not know she was gone...she was tucked way up in the corner of my closet....then, I was looking for her and she was gone....I was so heartbroken, angry, sad, confused....
I needed that doll...she was a part of me.......
Fast forward....I was telling a friend how important that doll was to me, how attached I was....and now I was adrift without her....that friend, went online and ordered me another 50 yr old Crissy doll...and clothes for her...That friend knew how important that doll was to me, to my others..
I believe, that was the single most, loving thing anyone has ever done for me...EVER.
A doll is not just a doll to a scared abused little girl...that doll was her salvation and escape...
I now have my Crissy Doll back...she has a nice bed...she is safe...
and my others can rest easier....
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