Que sera sera - im glad this thread was saved. The coloring incident sounded familiar to me, that was how my mother interacted with me, and then how i would interact with my little friends or cousins. My idea of playing house was to slap my baby doll and then game over! I remember ALWAYS wondering wth kind of game was this, what were you supposed to DO?

It took me many years and much therapy to realize "house" is a game of attachment, of relationships. I had book knowledge of such things from novels, but no real understanding. I dont think my therapists even understood how lacking in attachment i was.

I had inherited many of my mothers mannerisms and they were not serving me well. I feel my own self is barely developed. Some things i know are true - i like this politics and not that - but that is sociological, not personal.