Will Disney Pay For My Therapy?

This is Disney... looks all happy and playful, doesn't it?


Well, I know Disney has a dark side. I grew up on Disney, and it affected me for life. I have been taking anti-depressants for years, and I blame it all on Disney.

Remember Bambi? It was all sweet and lovely... and then Bambi's mother died, in a very scary way. I was just a child, and that affected me. I cried. I was scared. I took it to heart.



And Dumbo... what they did to his mother. She suffered, she cried. It was cruel. I cried, too. What does Disney have against mothers anyway?



But, no, not just mothers. Fathers died, too. I refused to see the Lion King because the little cub's father was cruelly killed. I knew I couldn't handle that.



Worst of all... Old Yeller. It wasn't even a cartoon. It showed a real boy, and a real dog. The boy loved that dog. The dog loved that boy. They were best pals. We all know how love of a dog can be. And what happened to the dog? And how did that boy feel? It was just too much. Why Disney, why?



Now that I am all grown up, I still can't shake those feelings. It's too easy to be sad. A child doesn't need to be exposed to all that sadness. And I don't think much of all the Princess stuff, either. Now every little girl grows up thinking she should be a princess. All those little girls growing up with that sense of entitlement can't be good. Have you seen shows like "My Sweet Sixteen?". Unh-huh... think about it.