Attachment to objects?

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I can get really attached to objects, whether they have sentimental value or not. This causes me a lot of distress, especially because I tend to misplace things.

Once my parents were trying to get rid of some old things in a garage sale, and they ended up selling one of my favorite stuffed animals back when I was little. I rarely played with it after the fourth grade, but I got extremely upset for some reason. I threw a tantrum and cried over my loss of it in the bathroom for half an hour.

Food as gifts are a waste on me, for I grow an attachment to them and end up not eating them. I still have the chocolates a friend made for me a couple years back.

I also remember when I was little, I hoarded this one certain type of candy, but I never ate them; said I was saving them for later. One night, my parents had some of their friends come over with their kids, who happened to bully me everytime we had these gatherings. The kids had no respect for my stuff and ate all the candy and even stole some of my other things (which weren't edible by the way...). I ended up looking like a spoiled brat.

I even got slightly emotionally attached to a sandwhich I made before going to this one lecture on stem cells. It was quite... a strange feeling, I can't explain it. I felt so much affection for it that in the end, I couldn't eat it.

I do remember once when I was about 13, I had some finches and some parakeets. They were in cages of course, in my room and I kept them clean and took care of them. (My mother was a horrible housekeeper so the clean part she wouldn't have noticed at all) We also had two puppies that a neighbor had given me. I was somewhat attached to them, after having all those pets for about 4 months.

Well, another neighbor and her daughter and grandaughter who had moved away years before was in town and was coming to visit. I did not want to see them at all, especially not the little 4yo girl who I was worried would get into my stuff and tear it up. I shut my door and told my mother not to let her into my room and then waited till they got there and said hellp and then left and went to my friends house.

When I got back they were gone, but so were my birds and one of the puppies, my favorite one at that! My mother said the little girl liked them all so much that she gave them to her. I was furious!!

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I have three drawers overflowing with various bits and bobs of some sentimental value that I haven't wanted to throw away. When I was a little kid I felt like crying every time my dad threw away a broken toy, even if it wasn't mine.

I do get attached to certain things, but I'm not a hoarder.

Yes.

When I was a little kid, I used to seriously say goodbye to certain trash objects, such as a toilet paper roll.

I'm serious. And, no, I'm not nuts.

I was really young. I would say (to the toilet paper roll I was throwing away), something like "thanks, here's my name and address," or "sorry."

I kept empty gum wrappers as a kid.

Some adults say "goodbye" to the cars they're trading in, the houses they are moving from, or even the hotel rooms they're leaving (if they have little tiny kids). Maybe that's why I did?

I moved a lot as a kid. Dad would get rid of stuff without asking. Sometimes I would come home and find my old treasured bike (that I had outgrown) given away. Or mom would clean out clothes that didn't fit anymore in the closet. It was very upsetting to a little kid.

I should be ashamed to say this, but in 7th or 8th grade, I seriously cried when we were trading in my favorite car. The salesmen probably thought I was nuts. I really liked that car, and we had it longer than most of the other cars we had. (We traded a lot... I can't count how many cars we had as a kid.)

When I was maybe 5, I left a favorite pillow in a hotel room. My parents and grandparents and I were on some vacation. We had checked out of the room and were still in the parking lot. My parents wouldn't let me go get the room key and go back to the room with me to get the favorite pillow. I probably cried for an hour.

I used to babysit kids. One of the little boys, around 8 years old, got his toy stuck in a tree. He cried for half an hour, even though I told him that the toy is still in the tree in his yard, and that his dad would get it down for him tomorrow. He said "no, he won't, he doesn't care aobut my toy... etc.'. I wanted to say "the toy is in a tree in your yard, not on the moon." But, I was equally (or more) upset as kid when I lost things.

This year, I've been cleaning old old stuff. I don't mind getting rid of things that *I* want to get rid of. Old bags, shoes, clothes, whatever. If I decide I don't want it anymore, I don't mind. If someone else imposed their views on me, I would be pissed.

i have objects that are special to me but garbage to anyone else. some of these i've had for over 30 years.

woe to the person that touches them.