Cryscat
Senior Member
I am putting this here, as this happened when I was very young, three or four years old.
We were staying at my Grandparents house. My mom had me in a cute dress and had a bow in my hair. She then took me downstairs to the hall outside the living room She wanted me to go in the living room and show off my new dress to my aunts, uncles and grandparents. I remember being scared. I didn't want to do it and hung back. Mom told me that 'its ok, they love you." So I go in the living room, but I don't see the living room as a living room. Superimposed over the living room was some kind of theater or chamber with stern and judgemental faces looking at me. They were raised up above me and I was standing there, terrified, thinking that anything I said or did would get me in trouble.
Then my aunts, uncles and grandparents all started telling me what a pretty dress, etc and that shattered the overlap and I started seeing the room as it really was. I ran back to my Mom and clung to her legs, not understanding what had happened.
Its interesting how clear this remains, well into adulthood.
We were staying at my Grandparents house. My mom had me in a cute dress and had a bow in my hair. She then took me downstairs to the hall outside the living room She wanted me to go in the living room and show off my new dress to my aunts, uncles and grandparents. I remember being scared. I didn't want to do it and hung back. Mom told me that 'its ok, they love you." So I go in the living room, but I don't see the living room as a living room. Superimposed over the living room was some kind of theater or chamber with stern and judgemental faces looking at me. They were raised up above me and I was standing there, terrified, thinking that anything I said or did would get me in trouble.
Then my aunts, uncles and grandparents all started telling me what a pretty dress, etc and that shattered the overlap and I started seeing the room as it really was. I ran back to my Mom and clung to her legs, not understanding what had happened.
Its interesting how clear this remains, well into adulthood.