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Does anyone on here have an attachment object? Or did any of you have one as little kids? Mine is my Billy Idol CD cover and CD. I bring it everywhere with me and do everything with it and it's like an "imaginary friend" if you will. I always make my mom put it on for me in the car! She loves Billy too anyway so it works out. He eases my chances of panic anxiety and keeps me calmer and HAPPY! I've had obsessions since I was 5 but I started carrying objects around with me when I was 10. NT's think I'm weird and don't get me! I'm much more comfortable discussing this on here with people who are more like me and less likely to make fun of me!

a jacket i had lol and the teacher got mad cause it was to hot to wear it

I'm my own lucky charm. I'm my own attachment object, with my good looks and all.

My stuffed Puppy-dog "Harold" when I was a child it was my stuffed cat "Joyce" small stuffed animals are consoling to me!! !

I don't get attached to specific objects, but I always feel a need to have something in my hands.

I always feel kinda sad when I throw things away. I hate it.

I've always had to have a stuffed animal as a kid.

I had to have my special Timon and Pumbaa plushies written into my IEP because I could not function without them. My evil school bus driver tried to make me give them up forever and even stopped the school bus for over an hour in his vain attempt. He tried one last time to make me surrender when he stopped the bus in front of my house. As an adult, I would have told him to procreate with himself and possibly kicked him in the boys but I just screamed "NO!" at him. He got in HUGE trouble for that stunt when my mom called the school and told them what happened and how traumatized I was. It was like I was in fear for my children's lives.

My parents were always worried I would be carrying them around with me until I was fifteen and personally I don't see what's so wrong with that because I've never really outgrown the need for a transitional object...or creature. But anyway, that stunt of my stupid school bus driver stopped me from taking them everywhere with me. As I said, I couldn't really cope without them. My behavior problems at school got worse but no one was really able to see the connection. Everyone hated that driver and was trying for years to get him fired but he did seem to have a penchant for picking on the kids that had problems and couldn't really defend themselves.

I was paranoid he was going to break into our house and steal my plushies. I wonder if I also thought he would try and break into my mind because I somehow was able to convince myself that I had "outgrown" my plushies and Lion King. I think I had even convinced myself that it was "bad" to still like them.

I think I've never really outgrown this. I've just graduated to live animals. As I said, I can't see why my parents thought it was bad that I had to have my Timon and Pumbaa plushies with me all the time. I could always hide them in my purse or something. Not so much with a live animal. If someone ever tries to get me to surrender my bearded dragon to them, I'm going to slug them. She's never bitten anymore before and personaly I don't think she will ever bite anyone but there are certian people who deserve to be bit.

But anyway, I always had to have a certian inminate object with me everywhere. I was more attached to inamate objects than actual people. My mom always said I was materalistic and if the shoe fits I'll wear it but I think it was because people were too unpredictable and often mean to me. I love my bearded dragon more than my own parents. I've always wondered if I had any love for certian brothers and people like aunts, cousins, neices and nepphews I couldn't care less for.

My mother says that a certian brother was resentful of me and that I basicaly had it coming when he was so mean to me but when I was resentful of my neice for coming in, living with us and tottaly turning my life upside down without any prior notice my mother tells me I was mean. Inamate objects were never mean to me. My bearded dragon, dog and cat were the only ones I could trust 100%. I love my bearded dragon more than anything. My mom says it's because unlike another person or an animal such as a dog, interaction with her is not recipicaple and I interact with her on my own terms. Maybe so but even if it's only on my own terms, she's never told me that I talk too loud or that she needs breaks from hearing about my obessions.

When I was little, people thought I was phycotic and couldn't seperate fantasy from reality because whenever I was asked about my friends I would say that I didn't want any friends because I had my stuffed animals.

I don't carry anything around with me now but when I was little I had a Toy car a Voltswagon that I used to carry around with me a little bit later it was a stuffed toy green cat I called green Fluffy.

I have a little bean bag dolphin I call Dory - she used to be filled with a lot more beans than she has now, but I took most of her beans out and replaced them with more stuffing, so she feels much more cuddly now. I was also able to find other "Dorys" like her, so I have a small family of Dorys now.



From left to right, they're Dory, Empress, Milady, and Dayglo.

With the weather being chilly right now, I wear a hoodie and carry Dory in the front pocket of said hoodie. It's nice to be able to feel her in there, and know she's safe...not to mention she also keeps my hands warm when I forget to bring gloves. She's probably saved my hands from frostbite a few times.

You might be wondering why I carry her with me everywhere....it actually goes back to years ago when I was seeing a school psychologist in elementary school. This school psychologist was more interested in forwarding my mother's agenda than mine, and instead of focusing on the things that made me comfortable and mitigated my anxiety (I had transferred to that particular school the previous summer) she decided that the first thing we would "work on" was "breaking me of the habit" of sleeping with a stuffed animal every night. I was to sleep with a heart - shaped pillow every night instead.

There followed a miserable couple of weeks for me....dreading bedtime knowing that I would have to face it without one of my plushies if I had a nightmare or was scared....I got no comfort from the heart - shaped pillow I was supposed to sleep with (my school psych also said no pillows with my favorite characters on them - too much like a stuffed animal). One night I couldn't stand it any more and begged my mom if I could, at the very least, take a small plushie keychain of Sully from Monsters, Inc to bed with me...I couldn't stand being all alone anymore.

But, as I once read somewhere, some of the best ideas are born from despair (don't give me credit for that, I didn't write it xD). What I would do every morning was take my Night Night Bun (the little bunny from Goodnight Moon) and hide him under my bed pillow before I left for school...and that's where he stayed all day until bedtime, when I'd go upstairs, take him out of his hiding place, kick the heart pillow out of my bed, and snuggle down with him. My mom and stepdad thought they were breaking me of the "habit," but little did they know!

I'd like to interrupt myself for a moment here and just say that I hope my story serves partly as a cautionary tale for parents who are comtemplating trying the same thing as my mom and school psych did - if your kids are as resourceful as I was, it's just not gonna work. You'd be just as well off not to waste your time.

Anyway, enter Dory, around 2003, when I was 11 years old. By the time my relationship with Dory began, my mom was beginning to realize that I had "won," and I carried Dory with me around the house unabashedly. In some ways, Dory became my mother substitute - I would talk to her and she would give me advice and sort of "talk back." But, I didn't dare leave her in my bed before leaving for school - I was too worried about what my mom or stepdad would do if she were left unattended. So, in the mornings while my mom and stepdad were running around trying to get my younger half - sisters ready for school (they were only toddlers then and were giving my folks a real run for their money) I would run upstairs, grab Dory, and stuff her in one of the pockets of my backpack, so I'd know she was safe all day at school. So, it's no suprise that Dory is now one of the smartest plushies I have.

Anyways, that's Dory and my story. Hope you liked it.

Yes I do. My stuffed cow. I have a sensitivity to the fabrics of most of my clothing. So I got the stuffed animal to help keep my mind off of it while I try to sleep. I have grown quite fond of it

I have a leather-bound journal with replaceable leaves that I carry around absolutely every time I leave the house. It's dingy and kind of beat-up and probably nobody else on earth would like it as much as I do. I dunno if that's the same thing or not, though.

I have many - Japanese sandalwood incense, a little soft Chick called "Boston" and song lyrics to my favourite Chinese songs. I always carry them with me in my backpack. If I get panicky I can hum the songs to myself, hug the toy and smell the incense!

As a little kid I had a blanket. I loved it to shreds.

Now I have a small radio. I always want it near me and listen to AM blather, mostly to distract myself from my own internal blather. I feel lost and distraught if I can't find it.

Same here I tend to play with something like an ink-pen when I'm at home. When I'm out; I'm playing with my droid; mostly obsessively checking my email & watched post on it; that's a combo of stimming with my bad OCD; it annoys my parents for some reason I fail to understand.

I have several. I don't know if that qualifies? I find that I constantly need things to soothe myself. Whether it's my iPad or a Starbuck's drink or a book or whatever, I never leave the house empty-handed. It's always with the intention of controlling my little universe & making sure that I have a source of comfort that I can cling to.

Gosh it feels good to know I'm not the only one. I've had different objects over the years but I always do. Even on a trip I bring it with me in my suitcase. Right now it is pics of my favorite bands. But there have been automobile hood ornaments and dolls and other things before as well.