Skip to main content

Sims Therapy. Is that a thing? It totally should be.

When I was much younger, before the days of computers, I used to create floor plans on paper of houses I imagined. Huge bedrooms with private bathrooms, intricate pools with snack bars, cat rooms, dog rooms, double staircases, elevators, etc. Basically, anything my young, middle class heart desired.

I never lost that love of creating homes, but I did lose the...habit? of doing it very often.

Enter: Sims 4

My kids play Sims 4, and I love when they give me "house tours" of their creations.  Kid 1 prefers to focus on what a house looks like from the outside, and Kid 2' focus is on the the inside and the configuration of rooms, stairs, and hallways. Seeing both kids create these houses and buildings in a virtual world brought back that desire to make my own "imaginary homes" again, and give young-me a digital upgrade. About a year ago I saw that the game (just the base game, not any of the extras) was for sale for something crazy like $5, so I finally took the plunge. 

Yup, I'm a 39 year old, mother of teenagers, and I play Sims 4.

I'm not really into the "gameplay" aspect of it - relationships, telling the Sims to go to the bathroom, or practice their comedy, or any of that. While I do like the pets aspect, my main focus is building and decorating. It's just so satisfying (especially when my own house is a wreck)! 

One day a few months ago I decided to recreate a home I used to live in.  I looked at old photos, google maps, and search online for other photos, so that I could get the details as "right" as possible.  I would work on it a bit while watching TV, or listening to an audiobook, a bit here and there. 


About halfway through I realized something: I felt lighter in my mind. I felt like I'd worked through some issues from my past. Building the house constantly brought up old memories - the good, the bad, the boring, the ugly. I don't know the "therapy words" for it but...it is as though something changed by looking at memories through the lens of who I am today, now, currently.

I tried it again and again, "building" other houses from my past, and each time I had that same sort of mental shift. 


I don't know what kind of therapy type this would come under - play therapy? art therapy? - but whatever it is, I recommend trying it yourself.







Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Search For My Uncommon Last Name, part 2

In 2001 I signed up with Ancestry.com for the first time. I say "first time" because I have cancelled and rejoined countless times over the past 19 years as my budget allowed.  At that time, I still couldn't find a damn thing about my Dad's family beyond what I already knew. All Ancestry had at the time was the info I put into my tree myself. Since 2001, genealogy resources have grown in leaps and bounds. This is in part because more people are using sites like Ancestry.com. Other reasons, I'd say, are the digitalization and indexing of old records from around the world, as well as increased access via the internet to heritage groups and fellow researchers. Around 2013 I learned about setting up Google Alerts (you choose keyword(s) and Google emails you when it gets new hits on that) I had set some up for the last names in my tree. Lo and behold, one day I got a notification that Google had a link for me to check out related to Tscherne.  It didn't have ...

New med, New New Med, Old New Med

Alternative title for this post: I might just be a lady with a lisp from now on. I've been lucky to see the the corona-break in a pretty positive light (aside from the light that illuminates how empty the bank account is without paychecks).  It has been a time of positive change for my depression and bipolar II symptoms. Right about when the coronavirus hit and "shelter in place" went into effect I started taking the medication Abilify (generic name: aripiprazole).  My doctor suggested it as a supplemental medication to take with my antidepressant to try to boost its effectiveness.  I've tried this type of thing with Welbutrin before, and it didn't do anything (not good, not bad, just no change at all), so I wasn't expecting much.  I've been dealing with severe depression for over 15 years, and you kind of lose hope when it comes to "let's see what happens!" Holy shit.  This medication has been GOLD for me. Within two days of startin...

Poetry by Mary Oliver

 I am reading poetry by Mary Oliver at present, at the suggestion by a very good friend. I have downloaded 2 books from my library account by Mary Oliver: "Blue Horses," and "Upstream."     It has been many years since I read poetry; like, REALLY read it to understand it, and ponder the meaning and discuss it with anyone in any literary capacity. It was back in college, really, but that was also a time when I realized that majoring in Literature was making me no longer enjoy literature (or other students in the major, if I'm honest). With that said, I was thinking about how I'd know if I was getting out of the poetry what the poet meant to convey. I don't think I can actually know that unless I ask the poet, and that won't happen, so I decided that all I can do is try it and see and be happy with what meaning I personally get from the poems. I've always loved quotes from books and bits of passages. I don't mean the kind of quotes that are fam...