![]() Autistic children tend to fixate or obsess on things - they usually seem as if in their own world. Noting the same lyric lines, especially “…center of her own attention…”, and “The shades go down it's in her head…” and “The picture kept will remind me…”, one could think of yet a more serious condition such as Autism. Noticing novelty or differences in things can be good, and why many scientists have had ADD/ADHD and Dyslexia. I know from having ADHD myself that we easily get distracted by nearly everything in our environment, sounds, sights, and often get lost in our own thoughts as novel things around us remind us of other things or ideas and we lose track of what we originally were doing. “Young girl, violins(ce), center of her own attention…”, “The shades go down it's in her head…”, “Painted room, can't deny, somethin's wrong…”. Therefore I propose a different disorder, namely ADD. In fact from being a teacher myself at one time I know that reading to a dyslexic child is often the only way they can understand text or printed material (until they get special help to develop reading skills). Dyslexia is the inability to read or a difficulty with reading, not an inability to understand being read to. ![]() Note “Mother reads aloud child tries to understand it”. But it is not the first one that I thought of. Continuing, the disability most commonly sited is dyslexia. This is very different from say Ray Davies of the Kinks story telling song style. ![]() So different interpretations are probably correct. ![]() One can interpret many of the words for multiple metaphors. The thing is as we all know Eddie Vedder and the other members of Pearl Jam tend to write ambiguous lyrics that can have many possible meanings. But I think I have a slightly different spin on it. I fully agree that this song is about Child abuse, specifically of a girl with a learning disability. 7 months gives a person a lot of time to plan things. Maybe this girl got lucky and was able to stand on her own two feet and escape at the end. however, the parents deny it all the way. Perhaps the painted room part is talking about how their parents locked her away in a room for 7 months with no outside contact while they drugged her to the point where she had to be immediately taken off all the drugs because they were literally killing her. Unfortunately, this girl was a lot smarter then they were and knew how to play their bullshit games better then them? Maybe. The really sick ones will even have their kids diagnosed with a mental illness they don't have when a therapist diagnoses their daughter with another disorder caused by severe child abuse. Some parents will go to great lengths to keep this hidden. This is the worst type because it's hard to prove. I think this is about emotional abuse because of the violin reference. some parents will keep it going as long as they can. General CommentThis is about child abuse. (She always did hold me down because I wasn't her perfect child that the adoption agency promised she would get)ītw I found my real mother and she can call me daughter anytime she wants to. (I ain't your daughter and the one and only picture I had of my real mother will always remind me of that and give me comfort that maybe she would accept me as I was. (The learning disability they said I always had when it was really that I learned differently than other kids, but there must be something "wrong" with me ya know. Painted room, can’t deny, somethin’s wrong I was always trying to be who she wanted me to be, not who I really was which was a product of my genetics) (I was always trying to get her to love and accept me even though I wasn't her dream child and I wasn't the child she would have had with my father. Of course my mother always blamed that on my genes because they didn't come from her) (Because I was different than the other kids and had a learning disability, I had the faulty label of autistic put on me. Young girl, violins, center of her own attention (I always was and I always heard it as restless, not listless, which I always was restless)īreakfast table in an otherwise empty room I can totally relate because I am that adopted daughter. General CommentWell, to me this has always been the story of an adopted daughter and her "mother".
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