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Our psychotherapist, attending physician and emergency orderly.
Shes a caterpillar and her name is Lena. We call her Lenochka.
Lena constantly holds psychological talks with us and appears in emergency situations. For example, when we've hurt ourselves and have no strength left, we just pass out, and... she patches us up, cleans our wounds, washes us, puts us to bed, and prepares everything we need for tomorrow.
She also makes peace between us when we fight, conducting psychiatric sessions in our heads.
She is well-read and educated. She studied psychotherapy at home, based on the training of her friend's doctor. Our mother taught her all the skills of a nurse. We don't know how it all works, but when needed, she helps not only us. My mother was prone to all sorts of attacks with loss of consciousness and limb failure, and it was Lena who brought her ammonia and carried her a duck, taking all the necessary steps to restore her condition. Over the years, she has gained a wealth of experience.
She constantly challenges herself, learns new things, and never sits still. She's an excellent caregiver and our second mother.
Our real mother constantly worked three jobs. Lena cooked, cleaned, dressed, and washed us from the age of four. My mother was always amazed at how independent I was at five... I was surprised too. When I drew children's pictures, there were always two mothers, lol.
Lena is calm, patient, and responsible. She's always focused, and her mind is essentially structured like a robot's assigned task. She has no emotional needs. Her duty is to work and protect.Lena doesn't have genitals, but she has their outlines.On the tip of Lena's tail, there are two sensitive appendages. She gets very angry when someone touches them. Lena doesn't like the feelings she experiences when interacting with these appendages.Lena is certainly reserved, but if you argue with her or retell her something, she gets angry...very angry. In her opinion, she's angry for the good.
However, if you do everything she says, and she usually doesn't advise anything bad, then everything turns out well. However, if you don't follow her advice, Lena punishes you very severely.Lena cherishes many memories—they're her experiences. Whether they're terribly painful or ecstatically joyful, they're experiences. She builds her thinking on them.
She also holds a secret childhood memory of mine from when I was three years old.
I'll probably share it with you.
It's wonderful.
When my mother went to the library, she would leave me in a playpen. There were soft blue blocks in there, and a large lamp hung above me. And you know, that's how I describe it now.
But I remember it all through my childish eyes.
At three, it was like a room my mother couldn't enter, and in that room were soft blocks bigger than me. I dragged them with such difficulty and excitement; they were taller than me...bigger than me...and my mother would throw them to me over "some kind of barrier." And the room was so bright, with a large window pouring white light.
When I grew up, I asked my mother what kind of room it was.
She took me to the library, and it was that very playpen, with the blocks that are now the size of my palm. At 3, everything was amazingly different.
It's such a trippy memory, but it's mine, the most sensitive in a positive context.
In the worst times, I return to this memory.
Where everything is bright and strangely big...where I experience a powerful delight simply building pyramids out of blocks. I was 3, but I remember everything so clearly...I love this memory, I'm afraid of losing it.
Lullaby on the art - Byebyebye, don't lie down on the edge, Grandpa-wolf will come and drag you behind the forest...
Shes a caterpillar and her name is Lena. We call her Lenochka.
Lena constantly holds psychological talks with us and appears in emergency situations. For example, when we've hurt ourselves and have no strength left, we just pass out, and... she patches us up, cleans our wounds, washes us, puts us to bed, and prepares everything we need for tomorrow.
She also makes peace between us when we fight, conducting psychiatric sessions in our heads.
She is well-read and educated. She studied psychotherapy at home, based on the training of her friend's doctor. Our mother taught her all the skills of a nurse. We don't know how it all works, but when needed, she helps not only us. My mother was prone to all sorts of attacks with loss of consciousness and limb failure, and it was Lena who brought her ammonia and carried her a duck, taking all the necessary steps to restore her condition. Over the years, she has gained a wealth of experience.
She constantly challenges herself, learns new things, and never sits still. She's an excellent caregiver and our second mother.
Our real mother constantly worked three jobs. Lena cooked, cleaned, dressed, and washed us from the age of four. My mother was always amazed at how independent I was at five... I was surprised too. When I drew children's pictures, there were always two mothers, lol.
Lena is calm, patient, and responsible. She's always focused, and her mind is essentially structured like a robot's assigned task. She has no emotional needs. Her duty is to work and protect.Lena doesn't have genitals, but she has their outlines.On the tip of Lena's tail, there are two sensitive appendages. She gets very angry when someone touches them. Lena doesn't like the feelings she experiences when interacting with these appendages.Lena is certainly reserved, but if you argue with her or retell her something, she gets angry...very angry. In her opinion, she's angry for the good.
However, if you do everything she says, and she usually doesn't advise anything bad, then everything turns out well. However, if you don't follow her advice, Lena punishes you very severely.Lena cherishes many memories—they're her experiences. Whether they're terribly painful or ecstatically joyful, they're experiences. She builds her thinking on them.
She also holds a secret childhood memory of mine from when I was three years old.
I'll probably share it with you.
It's wonderful.
When my mother went to the library, she would leave me in a playpen. There were soft blue blocks in there, and a large lamp hung above me. And you know, that's how I describe it now.
But I remember it all through my childish eyes.
At three, it was like a room my mother couldn't enter, and in that room were soft blocks bigger than me. I dragged them with such difficulty and excitement; they were taller than me...bigger than me...and my mother would throw them to me over "some kind of barrier." And the room was so bright, with a large window pouring white light.
When I grew up, I asked my mother what kind of room it was.
She took me to the library, and it was that very playpen, with the blocks that are now the size of my palm. At 3, everything was amazingly different.
It's such a trippy memory, but it's mine, the most sensitive in a positive context.
In the worst times, I return to this memory.
Where everything is bright and strangely big...where I experience a powerful delight simply building pyramids out of blocks. I was 3, but I remember everything so clearly...I love this memory, I'm afraid of losing it.
Lullaby on the art - Byebyebye, don't lie down on the edge, Grandpa-wolf will come and drag you behind the forest...
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