Originally posted 2010-11-15 15:35:02. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

I don’t know when Akan realized that in her building a paper doll (Betsy Mac Call) lived on the 16th floor and an hemiplegic flower-doll on the second floor.

In fact she met the first in the lift sometimes. But she never saw the other in the elevator, as she probably didn’t like to use it for only 2 floors.

Akan noticed that Miss Flower Doll (her real name was Blythe Somat) seemed to suffer from severe somatic disorders because {she dragged her left leg and her hand was folded back over her forearm}.

Additionally she had a frail body condition and a extremely pale complexion.

But what’s the most mysterious was that this young girl didn’t have a face, her white hair hidden this lack of identity.

And most curious: she didn’t seem to need eyes, mouth and nose.

The question began to be:”How can she see, eat, drink, listen, speak, cry, scream???????”

There was no need for that apparently.

“Betsy Mac Call plays with Blythe Somat in the cemetery”. Copyright Alice Odilon 2010 .

The Flower-Doll was invented By French Psychanalyst Françoise DOLTO in 1950.

No need anymore for speaking, smiling, singing, tasting bread and butter, enjoying coffee, orange juice.

She never had the power of speech.

Undoubtedly she saw and felt with other senses that Akan had never considered in her entire life.

On the other hand, Miss Somat seemed to be aware of everything going on around her and nothing escaped her attention.

It was due to the high level perception of her rod-body.

We can say Miss Flower-doll had no need of a back and front, because they were the same from both sides.

Some weird magnetic thing made her extremely attractive.

Akan was obliged to admit she wanted to know more about Blythe Somat, even if she had to be intrusive.

This particular feeling made Akan guilty and ashamed, but she didn’t want to control this offensive curiosity.

So on the 15th of November 2010, on an awful rainy day, Akan rang at Blythe Somat’s door, in order to invite her for tea.

BS opened the door immediately.

Akan was quite surprised when she saw the blood covering Blythe Somat.

She was still standing but close to a sudden collapse.

- Oh my God! what happened to you, Blythe? asked Akan crying and shaking her hands.

- Miss Somat moved her disabled forearm with the dead hand and tried to say, it was the result of her condition.

She was  just  subject to “somatosensory amplification”: a tendency to perceive normal somatic and visceral sensation as being overly intense in a negative way.

Blythe asked for a pen and a piece of paper to reveal some terrible fact:

- You know, I’m a Flower-doll, a hard-worker:

– I spend all my positive energy in surviving during hours every day, being beaten and abused, and hurt by victim children needing to vent their anger on some generous professional scapegoat.

That’s my job! That’s  the way I pay my rent and holidays.

I’m no good for anything else, you know.

Unable to speak, Akan thought: What a shocking truth she had been reading.

And Flower-Doll wrote some words again: Because I’m such a nice girl, I am a “naughty thing” for abused or narcissistic children in need to evacuate anger and fear.

Do you understand I cure traumatized victims?

I’m quite happy with that. It makes me an essential very important toy-tool.

- Yes, I understand, you are a body of sacrifice.

And then Akan wanted to call 999 when Betsy Mac Call arrived passing the door, claiming the elevator was out of order and what a pain it was to walk 16 floors.

…..to be followed……

Alice Odilon. Novembre 2010.

Pretty Picture found on Forum Pakistan

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