Emotional Attachments for Objects

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My Oldsmobile--- I think of "her" as part of the family. And my Toyota, too--- although I might lose that one soon ( engine is making loud whirring sound; what could that mean?) and I actually feel rather pained at the prospect of losing "her", so I will bring the Toyota in for a check-up tomorrow. Maybe it'll be fixable. Yeah, I feel intense feelings for objects and things, especially the cars. I also feel quite attached to other things of mine, too--- like my boots--- but the cars are the biggest. I've had the Toyota for 8 years. It should be understandable that I've grown attached, don't you think?

I'm very attached to my calendars. My Mother threw one of them away last year and I felt just awful. I was so mad at her, because I had mentioned that I was saving them. She just forgot and threw it away. I'm still upset about losing it, but I'm over it for the most part...she knows not to do it again.

I become livid when anyone throws away ANYTHING that belongs to me. I don't care if It's my books or my Sunday newspaper, don't touch my stuff!

I would become furious when friends (read: snooping acquaintances) came over, and started pawing through my things and looking through my belongings. No one else saw a problem with this. It isn't even about privacy, I don't even like other people touching my things.

EDIT: Is it just me, or are most NTs nosy?

i am a hourder, anything that anyone wants to throw out they give me and i have seven that i keep my emotions in. i dont like it when they call it junk because i take it as "your worthless ".

i am nosy in others houses but i dont touch.

Yup. all the time.

whe i was little, like 3 or so, i had this attachment to this broken red-orange crayon that i named Nonina... and when i was around 7, i was attached to this dead potato bug... O-o played with it like a doll... kept it in a baggy in my sock drawer til it turned to goo and i tossed it.. lol. but.. looking back.. i was mostly facinated by how it moved. i think if i had the opportunity, i'd like another dead potato bug to play with.. lol. hmm.. what else?? when i was 7 or 8, i was attached to a broken off tree limb... but my cousin broke it in half and i cried for days.. when i was 9 or so, i was attached to a broken peice of pottery.. it was all colorful.. but i donno what ever happened to it... i think i still have it somewhere... when i was around 11, i became attached to one of my dad's old shirts... still have it.. made it into clothes for Berry Bear Fair (the teddy bear i mentioned in my earlier post.) there's been other random stuff i've been attached to as well... like i was once attached to an old bone.. i donno what animal it came from.. i found it in the desert.. lol. oh, and i have a mummified frog in a baggy in my room that i'm attached to.. it's really very facinating... i wouldn't touch it, though... probably has all kinds of germs..

Its all about my Blanky.

Sounds familiar. I attached to my cat (got her when I was 9) so much that when she died I felt like someone had ripped my insides out. I couldn't function for weeks, I was a complete wreck. It's been ten years since that happened and I've had several cats since, but could never attach again until the one I have now.

I attach to objects too. The first was a security blanket I had from birth until I was 8 years old, and I wouldn't go anywhere without it. It even came to school hidden in my back pack.

These days I have to be careful not to wear things like necklaces or earrings for more than a day or two, or I'll get in a groove where I cannot remove it. Last time it was a pendant a friend gave to me that I wore for four years. Yeah.

Oddly enough, there are very few people I really attached to at all.

I cried when my car was taken away for scrap after an accident, a few weeks ago.
It wasn't so much the car itself, the metal, the parts, it was the memory of the places we'd been together, all the miles I'd travelled in my well-loved old banger. I could still now, thinking about it. Soppy, I know.

I'm emotionally attached to everything I own, particularly my comic books and other JTHM stuff. (And Nny himself, but I don't think of him as an object.) If I lose a single thing I morn for it for months...

I am so careful I have only lost two things in the past six years (a hat and a pin badge.) I've been obsessively careful with any object I carry out of the house after almost losing a soft-toy hedgehog I was crazy about when I was very young.

I went into a deep depression after moving house after I realized how much I had left behind. It was only alleviated a few years ago when I discovered a box of things I was convinced I had lost in the move. I can't remember ever being as overjoyed as I was that day.

It's probably unhealthy, but it's the way I've always been.