During a recent intimate moment with my husband I suddenly had a recollection of childhood when I used to play doll house with my friends in an under the house structure that wasn’t a basement. This particular friend was from a fairly well off family by comparison to the rest of us and so she had all these nice dolly playthings and being able to play dolly house in the under the house structure with different compartments where we could really “play house”, it was always so much fun. That memory had never come up in my mind before and suddenly it comes up while I’m having sex with my husband, or more to the point while he was having sex with my body. I was in no mood for sex and I am not one to do the faking bit. It was 4 o’clock in the morning and I was making myself accessible for use more or less, but mentally and emotionally I just wasn’t there, what with everything that’s going on right now. I figured if my husband couldn’t understand that sex was the last thing in the world I had any interest in while our lives are hanging at the mercy of the gods, then he would just have to be content to do his thing without my participation. To hear him carrying on I apparently don’t need to participate anyway; but the point is, I suddenly had that memory of childhood. It came out of nowhere when all of a sudden I heard myself reciting the nursery rhyme “Jack be Nimble, jack be quick, jack jump over the candlestick.”
When I was a little girl my friends and I used to play a game where we clapped our hands together and tapped our hands against each other’s hands repeating the “Jack Be Nimble” nursery ryhme along with the “Little Tommy Tucker” nursery ryhme.
I wonder what the shrinks would say about the fact that I suddenly had this memory during sex with my husband, and that it evoked a longing to back and be a child again?