PTSD is not something that I think about all the time. For the most part, I lead a pretty ordinary life. I look for strange smells, feed the pets, check the news headlines, call my mother. What is not ordinary are the things that I find in my fourteen year old daughter’s room. If you have ever lived with an artist you know that their taste can be, let’s just say, eclectic. Let’s play, “What Will I Find In My Daughter’s Room!” *cue applause*
Awwwww…look at the horse collection. This is pretty. This I like.
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS!?!? WAS ALF RUN OVER BY A TRUCK!! BURN IT! BURN IT WITH FIRE!!!
Look! A sea turtle…precious. What a cute little cupcake and piggie…*warm and fuzzies*
Is your name Alexander Hamilton?
What are we feeding this cat???? The skull’s name is Gerald. The horse is smelling the cat’s butt and the lamp is a cactus. Nothing to see here.
She swears she never has nightmares with this Dream Catcher hanging over her bed. Does it come in extra-large?
What is this supposed to…? It’s kind of…um. Is that a tomato on it’s head? Is that its head?
She likes to draw these a lot. This is actually pretty cool, except it looks like a gold wanker hanging from under its skirt. Just look away…
The Council. I’m not sure what the meeting is about. I’m guessing they are discussing a different venue, like not a lampshade.
I’m stealing this.
Yes that is a skeleton in a fleece jacket and tween headband. His name is Craig. He was chilly. That’s normal, right?
A stuffed wolf from her younger childhood, now with black wings hanging on the wall. He DOES make an adorable dark angel, don’t you think? The wings were from a Castiel cosplay, Castiel is on the right.
Yes!! You go Babygirl! You just keep being you!
But does that really require this?