As a youngster, I heard that on Valentines Day, the person who likes/loves you gives you a card, but leaves a question mark inside the card, instead of their name, so you have to guess who it was. Every year until my early teens, I would worry about the possible card coming through the letterbox, and then get anxious about never being able to know who sent it.
Of course, every year I never had a card, and it made me devalue myself. I honestly thought I was unlovable and unliked because I’d never received one. Goodness, what a naive autistic child I was, taking things literally….
Bit sad, but it just popped into my mind, while being reminded on TV that Valentines is on its way.
I must say, I don’t like this sort of sentiment. Throughout my marriage we both felt somewhat forced to buy cards and gifts until we were much older, when we stopped because of the ridiculous commercialism.
