Wrinting poetry....I think the trend and tendency started at age five, but the first poems I wrote was ay age 6 about Santa Claus which ran something like this:
"Someone is coming here tonight
When the sky is dark
and the stars are bright.
I think I will leave him a little bite."
After that it was all down hill, as I began to retreat more and more into developing the language area of my brain and felt approval for that, both internal and external. It was actual development, but it became an escape from simply being me, from ordinary sensation from facing the trauma I was experiencing, which no child could face.. I fine tuned and honed into the language area of my brain/. It makes me sad to think of this.
This is the first time I ever went all the way with this idea, all the way back to the simple me, though I have known for two or three years I was honing into this brain area, I always thought it is me. I'm glad I learned how to be articulate, though:-)...but it was quite a price to pay as I gave up the simple me. Of course now I will have to be both, as there is no way of going back and undoing the language development, not would I want to, but I may have to start giving up some of the instense gratification around that and start focusing on different kinds of activities that gratify the simple me. The simple me needs simple gratification around sensation It is not intense, but a relaxed, safe, happy feeling..