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ECHOES said:
Well I did tell her that the toys bug me.

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I think I might be distracted with all the toys on the wall to look at, ECHOES. Unless they were "harmonious" toys. See, I am kind of interested to see what kind of dolls T has in his basket. I picture them being hand-stitched with yarn hair, and calico clothes in earth tones, kind of like this:



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Wonder what your T would say if you told him you've been thinking about the dolls and about his telling you about his play therapy-as-training experience... What do you think?

</div></font></blockquote><font class="post">Well, he would probably think I am highly strange. I think he already thinks that anyway. I wish I had time to indulge in stuff like the dolls in therapy but right now we're so caught up in the divorce, that it's impossible to devote time to dolls, dreams, etc. I wonder if my desire to play with dolls is a desire to go back to a more "innocent" time with T in therapy, when we didn't have to deal with the mechanics (and pain) of divorce? A simpler time. He could play with his truck. I could play with the dolls. Side by side. (As a child, I never played with dolls.)

Sister, I am sorry to divert your thread!