This is a story that I wrote about 2 years ago while working with a therapist on the abuse issues. We were doing a little bit of inner child work and she asked me to have my inner child write a story.
It was about that time that I named her. The name I gave her was Rosita. Why Rosita? My favorite flower is a rose. I see that little girl inside of me as a tiny rose bud. -ita on the end of a noun in Spanish makes it diminutive. So Rosita, for me, means little rose.
When I wrote the story, I used my left hand (my non-dominant hand) at the suggestion of my therapist. It’s supposed to put you in touch with your inner child.
Please don’t laugh… this really is a stupid story.
Kathryn and Rosita
My name is Rosita. I am 3 years old. I live in a big person. Her name is Kathryn. She is very big. Kathryn gave me my name because she told me I could help her get better. I want to help Kathryn. I’m a big girl. My best friend is my mouse. His name is Mousy. I love kitty cats. I think flowers are pretty.
I’m scared of the dark. There is a big monster in my room. When I try to hide under the bed, the monster can still get me. When I try to hide in the closet the monster knows I’m there.
I don’t like it when daddy comes into bed and hurts me. I don’t like it when pap-pap hurts me. I don’t understand why they touch me down there. Daddy always tells me it’s a secret. Just for him and me. I never told! But Kathryn told. I don’t want to get punished. Sometimes it feels like nobody really loves me.