My comfort object would have to be not an object at all but imaginary friends, my cats, and... OH my stuffed rabbit plush my mom gave me when we moved in November. My birthday was coming up, we were moving, and we found out my childhood favorite, precious, comfort toy "lamby" was eaten away by rats. I was so upset. So my mom gave me HER childhood toy. He's slighltly over 50 years old and is a blue top and white bottom rabbit that is very old-you can tell just by looking at him. But when I'm sad I hold him and cry. His name according to my mom is "Mr. Rabbit." ![Smile :)](./images/smilies/icon_smile.gif)
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"Diagnosed aspergers syndrome/autism spectrum disorder. Femme lesbian and proud."