Jenise wrote:Jeff Grossman wrote:You have the oddest deprivations.
Made me laugh out loud. I do understand why you say that, but on the other hand I wasn't a deprived child unless never ever going to McDonalds even once is deprivation. My great interest in food has a lot to do with the seeds my parents planted; we were exposed to more out-there kind of ethnic stuff, at least by totally-white hometown-of-Richard-Nixon standards, than any other kids in the neighborhood. But bacon never appeared outside of breakfast for whatever reason, and my fear of condiments pushed meat-based sandwiches to the outer limits.
Oh, it's definitely a subjective thing as everybody's childhood is different... even my brother and I can find differences.
The word "deprivations" has an association for me. One evening, with friends, one of them suggested we play Deprivation. (It may be that we were unknowingly participating in her therapy but who knows.) Here's how you play: Everybody gets a pile of matchsticks or pennies or M&Ms or whatever. You take turns around the circle, each person finishing the sentence, "I have never...." For example, "I have never been to Montana" or "I have never owned a pair of sandals" and so on. All the people who have give the speaker a penny. The person who has the most pennies at the end is The Most Deprived.
It's an interesting exercise in imagination, if nothing else, but it also flips around one's usual focus (from "What am I doing next?" to "What haven't I done at all?").