A Skeleton in the Attic

A Skeleton in the Attic -Part One-

Once upon a time there was a big house that had a skeleton in the attic.

The family that lived there was scared of the skeleton.

The Mother and Father insisted told the little boy to never go into the attic.

But one day, the little boy who was always sad and lonely,  climbed into the attic.

When he opened the door he saw the skeleton sprawled on the floor.

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The Skeleton frightened the little boy so he sat on a trunk far away from it and thought about it.

For a whole year the little boy crept into the attic and pondered the Skeleton.

The Skeleton in the Attic

One day the little boy realized that he had stopped feeling scared so he decided to sit closer to the skeleton.

He sat right next to it and talked to it.

He told the Skeleton about all the things that frightened him, and how he was afraid to come into the attic.

Another year passed and excited by one of his conversations the little boy touched the skeleton.

He was startled by how hard and cold the old bones were.

But he was even more startled when the Skeleton said hello.

The Skeleton thanked the little boy for touching him, because by touching him the little boy gave him a voice.

“I have waited for one year to talk to you, and now your gentle touch has unlocked my voice. Now when you visit we can talk to each other.

For the rest of that year the boy and the Skeleton talked.

The boy asked the Skeleton about death.

He asked the Skeleton why his parents were afraid of him.

The Skeleton replied; “People hate the things that remind them that they are mortal.

People hate me because in my presence they can’t pretend that they won’t die.

The little boy was happy to have a friend.

He thought that if he gave the skeleton some clothes it would feel better about itself, so he gave it a hat.

He embraced the skeleton gently to lift it up so he could place the hat on its skull.

And when he did, the skeleton moved by itself.

The Skeleton said, “Your embrace gave me strength, now I can move on my own.”

For the rest of that year the boy and the Skeleton went for walks around the attic and laughed. They loved each other and were grateful to each other for the gifts they had shared.

A Skeleton in the Attic

A Skeleton in the Attic – Part Two-

(c) Rob Goldstein 1986

Images made in VR by Rob Goldstein 2011

 

 

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38 thoughts on “A Skeleton in the Attic -Part One-

  1. Rob
    Very interesting, know who wrote and the age might change the slant, I’m hooked! I always had attractions to old closet. At the Convent closets where complete floors. You walked up three big word stairs to find a locked door. I volunteered to clean and inventory the attics, My dream has come true. In the mid 70’s the Convent was a magnificent 100+ years old.
    Look forward to you next chapter.

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    1. Thank you…The piece is written by a younger alternate named Peter. I don’t know when the actual story is written — I think I remember finding a handwritten draft that places it in the 1980’s. Thanks for reading the post and leaving a comment.

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  2. wull … jeeze, i’ve seen your face at my place quite often lately .. i don’t get out much but i’m glad i discovered you … i’d like to know if there was a certain event in your life that may have caused this to happen or if it came on slowly or in fits an starts or what.

    sounds like a left side right side brain … i certainly wouldn’t call it a ‘dysfunction’ more like a ‘gift’ i would say unless it bothers the hell out of you.

    it seems to me that you are both dreams of each other.

    well anyway … as long as they are both good people, which it seems they are …almost complimentary to each other it seems .. then ….. it’s cool as shit! thanks for liking me …. ks

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    1. Dissociative Disorders like mine begin between the ages of 3-six. They are usually the result of extreme violence that takes place over a period of years. Toddlers have a head full of magic and imagination. Children can go away in their heads when they are overwhelmed by fear. It is an instinctive survival mechanism and it isn’t unique to children.

      All animals freeze and go numb when they sense impending death.

      When children think they are going to die they freeze and go numb and if the source of the threat are the parents they will create other people to soothe and comfort them or to hold the memories they are ordered to forget.

      The problem with dissociation as the primary defense if that it continues if they survive into adulthood. I have an alternate self for every stage of my life.

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    1. It did, didn’t it. The first time I tried to transcribe it I had to stop; this is true of many of the stories written by my alternates. Each one carries a memory–some of them are terrible and others not so terrible. Bobby is mostly playful and Bob is always a but angry and a little too blunt…Those are the two I understand the most; but I don’t know Peter nor do I really know the other main ones. The goal of therapy is to bring them into collaboration. It’s little like having a contentious family of eight live in a closet. Thank you for read it and leaving a comment.

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  3. Do you meet people you don’t know who obviously know you? Or get told about parties you went to where, apparently, you had a great time … with NO memory of having been any such place ever? I do. I find it jarring, to say the least. It hasn’t lately, so I hope I’m past new events, anyhow. I sure hope so. It’s very unsettling.

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    1. Yes. Just before I decided to resign my position my assistant looked at me and said. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Rob.”

      I did not know what she meant even though I had no memory of 90 percent of the day’s events and had lost almost all of my clinical skill; which recently returned.

      More jarring than that was the discovery of decades worth of writing that I didn’t recognize as mine. The nice thing is that when I push past my resistance and take ownership of the work I get a little better. Thank you for reading the post and leaving a comment.

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  4. I hope you are able to get some rest. The skeleton story is quite chilling, sort of beautiful, sort of sad but it does also seem to have hope in it. I wish you peace along your journey. I can understand why you have trouble sleeping but I hope you’ll be able to put the dread down long enough to rest.

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      1. You know…no pain no gain. The whole point of DID is walling it away and numbing what’s left. The only way to heal is to come out of decades of numbing. But I take strength from the support of the people I meet who try to understand, and who see the person through the layers of persona and stigma. Thank you for being one of them. 🙂

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