Sunday November 15, 2020 | Mental Hospital

I had a dream last night that I went into a mental hospital like the one I was in when I was about 10 and you had to earn points to your behavior.  Man, I hated it! Like for example 4, 4 or 4, 2 or 1, 2.  The four was the best behavior and 1 was not so good.  I hated that hospital because I was the only girl for a while. Because I was the only girl there, I would hang out by the nurse's station.  So apparently, I wanted to talk. I just didn't or not quite sure how to start a conversation with them.  (this is why I think I have some kind of mild autism or atypical autism or something)   Every now and then the nurses would paint my nails or braid my hair because I was the only girl in that hospital.  Until one day noticed this boy named Mike.  I would chase him all over that hospital unit.  I was in love with Mike.  Then another girl came into the hospital. I can't remember what her name was though.  I believe that I was having panic or anxiety attacks back when I was 10.      

I really didn't play with other peers my age because I had anxiety so intense that I could not leave and go outside even when I was at the hospital for 18 or so months. I could not bring myself to go play with the other kids there at the hospital until one day this boy named Mike thought I liked him. You know what? I did like him. :)

The bottom line is You are never supposed to put a severely mute 10 year old in a mental hospital because she has Selective Mutism. You are supposed to put her in a gathering of other peers her age. Even though she will get teased. But she will eventually become comfortable around them when she feels no one hear her voice and it is just her and the other person.