About me

My name is Maddie. I am an identical twin and I live in the UK. In 2016 I discovered I had been brutalized when I was 3 by an uncle who lived with us throughout 1968. For 50 years, I lived in oblivion. I wish to share with you what my life has been like and how I unearthed the truth about my toddlerhood.

Monday 28 May 2018

My Odd Doll Pantomimes of 31 Jan 1978 to 25 Jan 1981

Between 31 March 1978 and 25 Jan 1981 I used to make up doll pantomimes. These were recorded in my diary. My diaries had begun in Christmas 1976 and would continue into July 1988. Looking back, the storylines for my pantomimes were troubling.

The cast of my stories included a large doll with blue eyes and curly flaxen hair; a panda called Collywobbles, who was chatty and popular; Tatty Teddy Bear who was likeable and easy-going; Delia (also known as Big D) who was scheming and bossy; Cindy who was high-maintenance and fashionable and finally Humpty who was oafish and silly. (Other toys took part in minor roles).

Reconstruction of my doll-playing. Sue is in fact comatose after being suffocated.

There would be no pantomime without Sue, the blonde doll. She was the star, but she had no lines. All she did was lay supine unconscious in the background as the other toys did things. Sit her up and her eyes would flash open with an accusatory stare, angry for the part she has play. If I were a toy, I would be anyone but her.

Collywobbles, Ted and the others were free to move around and had lines. They were funny, squabbled and laughed. And all the while, Sue would lie motionless. How awful.


31 Jan 1978: My first mention of playing 'muppetshows'.

I didn’t realize at the time, but Sue was not asleep, but comatose after being suffocated and horrifically used by an unseen force. Merely looking at her made my stomach lurch. I didn’t understand where the feeling came from, but I grew addicted to the sensation and therefore my doll-playing grew compulsive. I was actually projecting the used toddler ‘me’ who has been raped by an uncle who stayed at our cottage in 1968. Sue was an effigy of my three-year-old self

On 8 July 1978, another doll would spur the same unsettling feelings within me: a first-aid dummy in the village fete. She lay unconscious after being suffocated and horrifically used. Only, she hadn’t. She was just a first-aid dummy and I had subconsciously projected my horrors onto her. My conscious self didn’t understand my rush of emotions.

Later that year, one of Sue's eyes became wonky after I rough-played with her. This reinforced the notion of her losing consciousness. How terrible.

Three years later, I am in my second year of my Fine Art degree course in City University. I would paint two still lifes featuring some of the toys of our pantos. I didn’t use Sue as she had probably gone missing. Instead, I used a similar blonde doll, Tiny Tears. Also included were Collywobbles Panda and Tatty Ted. I included a dog, Toby. The meaning behind the dog is explained separately.

A toy sketch I completed as a student. Notice Panda, Teddy and Tiny Tears

Andy Pandy and Teddy

My subconscious had driven these paintings insomuch as my doll-pantos. Both represented the age of Andy Pandy of my toddlerhood. Andy Pandy incidentally, was a 60s kids' TV show featuring puppets. There is no ‘panda’ in Andy Pandy, but the word-similarity had got stuck in my head and pandas recur in my creations. Both my toy still lifes tell of rape and suffocation when I was 3, only I didn’t realize at the time. More about these paintings can be found in a separate article.

The toys of my pantomimes would make yet another appearance in one of my psychological thrillers, North Window. A pivotal scene features a banquet. The characters included Dr Sui, (a derivative name to ‘Sue.’), fat men in cummerbunds (like Humpty), a brunette (like Cindy) and waiters in tuxedoes (donned in black and white, like pandas). The banquet is celebrating the success of the main protagonist, Isaac. He now takes the place of Sue, as I had grown out of playing dolls by then. I needed something else on which to dump my subconscious horrors, and it became a fiction character. This fiction character was borne of a template from a childhood familiar. My novel-writing, like my doll-playing, had become compulsive.

My later paintings would feature a lifeless doll lying next to a happy child. The effect is unsettling as it implies an almost-dead child. Pandas would also recur in an illustrated children’s story I wrote in my thirties.

Doll Effigy of Myself

Having established that  Leah represents the comatose three-year-old that lives inside of me, I have identified triggers that spurred me to suddenly play ‘dolls’. All are reminders of my vile toddlerhood.

After gleaning my diaries, I have identified 26 separate ‘episodes’ of compulsive doll-playing. The triggers behind each episode include:
  • Reminders of our family pool that existed in 1968. I know my uncle assaulted me there. We also went to the seaside that year. Rock pools and beach coves often brought unease within me and I would play ‘dolls’ on my return from seaside trips.
  • Times that I went in Dad’s room. I have reasons to know I was raped there.
  • Excursions to the east of the village where I grew up. I know our uncle took my twin and I for walks in our double pushchair and he assaulted us in a patch of scrublands near the church.
  • Moving our beds around in preparation for Nan staying. Disturbing the environment of where I was suffocated obviously unsettled my subconscious and I needed to pay ‘dolls’ afterwards.
  • Effigies of my uncle, such as a girl's dad who lived over the fence from us.
  • Episodes often coincided with a sudden need to write a kiddie mystery thriller, which bore secret messages to the horrors of my toddlerhood.


Children’s Toy Playing

I have since learned that child counselors will watch children playing with their toys in order to determine subconscious forces behind their behaviour. Had anyone asked me about the unconscious Sue, I would have felt deep shame and deny any meaning behind it. I would have talked on the other toys, but not Leah. This would only have drawn more attention to her.

My final doll-playing episode was reported on 25 January 1981 after a squabble. On 1 February of that year, Mum arranged me to be a Sunday school teacher. I was no longer playing dolls, but I would be surrounded with kindergarten kids on Sunday mornings. It seemed I couldn’t escape the reminders of my toddlerhood. Again, my behavior as a Sunday school teacher would appear governed by a time I could not consciously remember. This is covered in a separate article.

The first aid dummy
Triggers for my doll-pantomimes in 1978
The doll pantomime episode of 17 - 31 Oct 1978

About my diaries     

The First Aid Dummy in the Village Carnival on 8 July 1978

One cloudy day, I went to the village carnival with two school friends and I encountered my suffocated three-year-old self in the form of a first aid dummy in a tent.

Of course, I didn’t realise this at the time. It was just a dummy lying on a table. A cheerful paramedic presided, urging us to have a go and learn how to perform the ‘kiss of life.’

All I can say is that the sight of that ashen, bald thing lying there ruined my day. Strong feelings of sex, possession and death swept over me but such words were not at my disposal at the time. The sight of that doll simply unnerved me.

How to Perform the Kiss of Life

Dummies would spur intrusive thoughts (Necessary Evil Wiki Commons)

My two friends simply had a laugh as they had a go. I watched, squirming inside as one of them pressed her lips against that lifeless thing and the doll’s chest lurched upwards and make that spooky hush sound as the air escaped ‘it’.

Her saliva dribbled over the doll’s chops and I had to look away. The sight not only depressed me, but left me horribly disturbed. Once my second friend had a go and the paramedic praised their good efforts, they urged me to step forwards. Dismay overwhelmed me at the idea of even touching that doll. The paramedic, in a friendly manner assured me it was ok and that I was learning an important skill. But I just couldn’t go near it.

I felt embarrassed as confusion crossed their faces. I was confused at myself. Little did I twig that I had a doll at home, Sue, of my odd doll pantos that played a part similar to that first aid dummy.

Looking back, my intense aversion must have seemed odd. It was just a first aid dummy after all and my friends were having a laugh. What I didn’t know was that I had been suffocated and raped by a half-uncle when I was three. My disturbed feelings were due to 'seeing myself' lying there. How I came to know this is covered in a separate article.

My diary entries of 8 and 9 July 1978

My Diaries

In 1978, I had 2 diaries: a tatty 5-year diary and an overflow diary. Sometimes, I would repeat myself in both diaries, as can be seen in the images above.

The round-up of my diary entries of 8 July 1978 had been, “Went to the recreation grounds with Jill and Karen. Eve (my twin) didn’t come. Had 2 goes on moon walk. Had sweets and drinks. I was sad though. Came home and it drizzled for the rest of the afternoon.”

There is no mention of that first aid dummy but of my sadness. A subconscious part of me had experienced grief at encountering my used, unconscious toddler self and how her innocence had been ripped to shreds.

The Dead Twin

The next day, 9 July 1978, I visited Granddad’s and we went to his sister’s, my great Aunt Vi and her husband, Uncle Harry. I wrote in my diary, “Went to Uncle Harry’s and Aunt Violet. (Her twin died, Auntie Lily). A sunny day.” Aunt Vi and Lily were non-identical twin sisters, whereas Eve and I are identical.

So, I had written the words, “twin died” a day after seeing my almost-dead self in that tent. This coincidence is awful and must have contributed to my ongoing depression.

My twin and I came away with a coleus plant each which we kept on our bedroom window sill. Dad would then plant them into bigger pots on 16 August 1978, the same day as I would play one of my odd doll pantos featuring a suffocated doll, Sue.

At the time, I had endless story-lines in my head. One of them years later had been a woman giving a choking man the kiss of life. I would eventually include this scene within a novel which I called Nadia. It was the reading of Nadia that ultimately brought my horrific toddler memories to the surface when I was 51.

Waxworks Triggering Intrusive Thoughts

Until then, unexplained intrusive thoughts would plague me after I visited waxworks museums or torture chambers like Madame Tussauds, Blackpool and Great Yarmouth. I didn’t recognize the triggers.

The first such trigger that I had recorded in my diary was that of the first aid dummy in the tent of the village carnival on 8 July 1978.

My odd doll pantos

Overview
About my diaries