Storms

So, I had another memory last night, in fact, I was dreaming, and the dream woke me up...then the memory came.

Yesterday as my Advocate and I were driving,  he drove into a really major thunderstorm, the rain was so hard you could barely see the road, lightening and thunder all around....and he was talking....I don't remember what he was saying ....I disassociated, then Sammy appeared.   Sammy does not talk, but she signed that she "did not like rain"...so, Sammy does not like thunderstorms...huh?
We pondered why, my advocate and I.....
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   Once upon a time, there was this little girl who did not like thunderstorms.  She would hide in her bed or in her closet, when the lightening started.  One day it was thundering in the distance and starting to rain, she ran and hid in her closet.   The dad, was looking for her, she didn't know why, she had not broken anything...but he was calling for her...he entered her room, and opened the closet door and saw her crouched in the corner...

It was starting to rain harder, the dad said "you did not pick up your stuff outside...get out there and pick it up"...he meant now!  But it was raining so hard, the lightening was louder and she was scared.
The little girl said "but it is raining so hard"...He grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the closet, dragged her across the house to the back yard (all the while she was crying, scared shitless) he opened the door and pushed her outside, into the torrential rain storm, to pick up her toys...

She could not see where her toys were, the rain was covering them...she was so scared...she tried to go back into the house but he had locked the door....

The storm was so bad, it started hailing, lightening all around, thunder so loud it was like explosions going off all around her....she crouched against the side of the house, and covered her ears...she closed her eyes and started humming....

When the storm passed, the back door was opened...she came into the house, soaking dripping wet...she had dirty feet and tracked mud and debris onto the kitchen floor...the mom yelled at her for getting the floor muddy...she was sent to her room and was not allowed to eat dinner that night.   

She was such a bad girl for leaving her things outside and tracking mud into the house...She was hungry, cold, scared...but, she was back in her room with Chrissy...she was safe.

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(this may have been the birth of Sammy)