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Salty Memoirs of FinnLassie

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Speaking a Made Up Language

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For many years, me and my younger older sister (SaneSister, not NarcSister - see my previous blog post) have spoken a language that only we two know. Us two have a two year difference and we shared a room for about 9 years when we lived in the countryside. She go the top bunk, and I was toootally fine sleeping in the bottom one. Being that we didn't really have kids our age live nearby, a lot of the time we made up games just between us two. One of our favourite things to play was Fifi the Pekingese dog. It started when my sister got a dog breed book as a gift, and we both found the breed really hilarious. So we started our journey as Fifi and her puppy or sibling. Playing Fifi, we started speaking in a rather peculiar voice during it. Around the age of 10, it started to be our regular way of talking, and that's when our Fifi-language really took off, and people stopped understanding what the hell we're saying apart from some key words. It's a hybrid, combining languages, pronunciations, and we've also developed how we write it. It's such a weird thing.

The saltiness to this whole thing comes from how other people in my family reacted to this language. It was very berating, making fun of me and my sister. Yes, our voice changes completely when we speak it, but it does hurt when something really dear to you is being made fun of. My mum always starts laughing when we use our language, not really understanding why we think it's inappropriate.

My positive take on this? Me and SaneSister have a way of bonding that is completely special between us two. Having our own language sets us free, and we can share some secrets that nobody else can pick up on.


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Wow, I didn't realise  it was a thing amongst non twin siblings. My 10 and 14 year old do it too, they have their own unusual way of speaking to each other and have for years. It started off as a game, but has gotten less and less understandable. Its a strange, high pitched kind of version of English with weird pronunciations and sounds pretty much unintelligible.

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Me and my brother are Irish twins and we had our own language, too! At first it was just tone changes in our voices but people were still able to pick us up so I made up a vocabulary for us both to understand. Family picked up some words here and there but me and my brother could have full conversations in our language without anyone understanding us. 

We also developed a writing system, so we could send each other coded messages in our language. It drove my mother berserk! 😁. I came up with new names for all of my family members as well but mine and my brothers names changed a lot. Ours is a high pitched variation on English and some Gaelic for good measure and to throw people off what we were saying. 

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