Sixteen-year-old Stephanie was my first and only true love.. she was a hippy, when hippy’s weren’t cool and in her school years she went with the nick name Daisy, as she liked to make chains and garlands from daisies, if we were to go by archetypes then Stephanie (her real name)… was a fearless warrior. At least, that’s what she told everyone at school. We were in our final year of school, when I plucked up the courage to ask Daisy out
I was her bestie…and i knew everything about her and she had a secret. One that I adored.. but soon everyone was going to find out.
I know of friends who “came out ” and a few that come a lot and even fewer that squirt everywhere and Daisy was one of them…
I remember when we were in Year 5. I was challenged by Year 6 bullies who were making racist comments aimed towards me I’m not ashamed to admit I peed my self a few dribbles, however sweet Daisy stepped between us and suggested a burping contest to everyone’s amusement and if she lost I would still get a beating.. I think that was the moment that i fell in love with her.
Daisy won the burping contest and walked away with the imaginary golden burp crown and I still got beat up.
I recall for a dare she ate an entire jar of pickled onions during lunch just to prove she could and then to my glee she choked and vomited all the contents all over the school dinner hall. A legend in her own right and I adored her.
But nothing could prepare her for what happened at the end of year talent show.
Daisy had signed up to do stand-up comedy. She had with my help memorized, her jokes, she had a rubber chicken ready, and she was wearing her lucky unicorn socks. Right before she went on stage I handed her two mango juice boxes (the local supermarket Ali Superstore donated a whole crate load which were out of date but the school were too gullible and no one bothered to read the best before date).
“To keep your energy up!” I whispered.
Daisy chugged both like a champion. Tropical Mango twist and Mango burst. Boom. Done.
As she stepped onto the stage, the whole school crowd roared—parents and teachers and pupils alike, even the special needs reception class were clapping like confused seals, but still, it felt epic.
Her set was going great. She nailed the joke about her gran’s false teeth falling into the soup, and the one about her dad singing in the shower like a dying walrus. But then… disaster struck.
Mid-joke—right as she did her best walrus impression—Daisy felt the tiniest, sneakiest giggle-pee escape. She clenched. She crossed her legs. She laughed the crowd laughed harder. Everyone was loving her performance..
Her bladder was not.
One moment she was queen of comedy, and the next—PSSSSHHHHH—a flood. Right there. On stage. In front of the whole school. A puddle formed around her glittery sneakers like some sort of weird applause from her body.
Silence
She added I can’t give it a shake so I’m going to wait and fart till it blow drys itself.
Then—laughter. Not mean, not mocking, just… full-on chaotic kid laughter.
Someone in the back yelled, “SHE’S SO FUNNY SHE MADE HERSELF PEE!”
Daisy looked down, shrugged dramatically, and shouted into the mic, “Well, that was unexpected golden shower!”
The crowd went wild. Even the headteacher was wiping away tears—from laughter.
Daisy won second place to my good-self, off course but she did get a year’s supply of mango juice cartons from Ali Food stores. The irony was not lost on her.
She’s now known as “Daisy the Drenched,” and she owned it with pride. Because in the end, nothing says fearless like peeing your pants and still finishing your set.
I on the other hand developed a love for the sweet almost sickly somewhat heady odour ..more on that in a later blog..
These two techniques, Reframing and Sensory Acuity mixed with Anchoring (from earlier blog) are integral to building strong boundaries for yourself and others.
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