A littles life inside a big body (written by many littles but translated by the bigs)

yesterda we se both rachel and mr wonka the bigs see rachel an for te first time we se mr wonka, wel we see him but reli christine see him an we watsh for wat he gona do.

he was reli nise but we asked te bigs if we cold do a blog bote wat it is like livin te way we do so we rote in a plac tat the bigs cold rite wat it is lik for us an you cold all red it.

A littles life inside a big body. (written by many littles but translated by the bigs)
us littles or squishies,,,,,,,,,,,


Most of us know we live inside a big body, we know because we can see. we hear them when they talk to most people and we listen to big voices saying big things, but this is what it is like for us.

for most of us we found ourselves facing people we didnt know and feeling pain we didnt understand. For most of us we felt pain before we even realised where the pain was coming from. Smells and sounds came minutes after the pain had hit. Most of us didnt understand what wes going on and were deeply afraid, yet didnt understand what fear was because not ever having lived before we couldnt place what we were feeling. it is only many years later we get to understand big words in a little life.

After facing all that fear and pain and horrible stuff the outside bigs (the mean people) went on with their life whilst we were stuck and stuffed into a body we didnt understand. we stayed in our compartment (like a locker) because the mean people had said we must, it was lonely. But we knew to keep the secrets we had seen secrets gone wrong and being told and we didnt want that sort of pain nah ah. So we squished and squeezed and tried to be quiet even if sometimes pain in our head or in our body got sooo bad we thought we was going to explode in a big kapoof. When it got reli bad in our head we would really squish into our locker and hold it all deep inside, we didnt want any trouble.

So we squished and squished and more squished and squished because the mean people kept making more ones like us because they were always meaner and meaner and pretty soon we were so squished we had nowhere to squish anymore to but to squish by coming outside. We felt so squished that one day we found out that if you be in a big body you can unsquish by being like a big person. We learnt that our body and brain didnt get so bad when we were what the bigs call out front. So we all fought to get out front so we could unsquish our mind and body and it felt good. And then we found out that its fun unsquishing and you can get fun things and al fought to unsquish but we didnt understand that the big person in the body had to do things to.

Then one day a lady called a counsellor said that she understood we little squishies (as we call it) really were there and she didnt mind us squishies seeing her and playing in her rooms with her dolls house and toys and teddy bears and she told us squishies she believed our story of how it felt to be so squished and we felt alive and we got to talk and we felt alive and we got to feel and we felt alive and we got to find out the other squishies inside were also like us and the lockers that kept us silent got unlocked and we felt good.

But we learnt to that not all people understood what it was like for us, and we learnt that some people said that people like us was liars and that people with squishies had a mental attention seeking problem. And they said people who had lived like us were all liars. And for a while we squished back inside our lockers afraid of the outside world. but people who had seen us told us they had seen us and we mattered and we slowly came back out.

At first we used to come and go all the time and the body got very tired and the bigs very sad and they took bad things and made us so sleepy shut eyes we thought we was going to never wake up and that scared us and so we talked to the lady therapist and we worked out good times and bad times for us to come and go and the bigs stopped taking that icky stuff to make us got shut eyes. And in turn we get to understand what it is like to live as a big with little squishies running around in their head.

Sometimes we still gets frsustrated. We see something we want but cant reach it and the bigs dont want us to get it and we cant reach it and that makes us sad. Sometimes we get sad to when we want to be like a six year old because we are and we areant allowed because the body isnt six and so we have to watch, always watching. So its Nice when the nice people see us there and let us stop watching and say hello. We dont want a big fuss but we want to be people to, not always squishies.

The littles