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![]() I think if T gave me a rock I'd get some paints and paint it and then give it back. Make it "my" and T's rock. T gave me some modelling clay once and I made something from it and gave it back and then we discussed how I'd felt about the whole thing; "art" made/makes me anxious as I don't know what to make and get a sort of performance anxiety about it (had a great conversation with my husband, asking him what he'd make with it and got his surprising answer, "a donkey"; he'd made one out of clay in elementary school and won a prize with it!); there were two colors of clay so I finally made a "basket" with one color and balls to put in the basket with the other. Write a poem about the rock? Paint it? Glue supports on it and make it shelter for a smaller rock you find or otherwise use it to illustrate how you feel about T; make a collage with it and scissors and paper (rock, scissor, paper game). Write the name of an abuser on it and then give it back to T to "dispose" of.
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I didn't mention this about my rocks that they are a bit unique... My first T had a bowl of pebbles that she'd collected from beaches across the world (she loves to travel). She held out the bowl to me and asked me to pick whichever one that I wanted and told me to close my eyes and hold it in my hand whenever I missed her. The second "rock" is actually more of a medalion with Picasso famous dove carved into one side and the word "Peace" engraved on the other--we worked a lot on making me calmer... The last rock has the word "TRUST" carved into it--the cornerstone of my relationship with current T.
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