Attachment to objects?

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I have a cup that i drink tea from that i have had for ages and it is my cup. It is being replaced (which is not unreasonable as it is old) i wash it after i have a drink so it is not unclean however my step mum has decided that it is time for it to go and i feel really silly but i feel upset am i the only who gets attached to objects?

Yes I do. I think everyone does in a way because items hold sentimental value, but I've seen myself really upset over the loss of a material object before.

Very common for people on the autistic spectrum. I have my own seat, cutlery, mug etc. I do use others at times but they don't "feel right".

I have a favourite cup yes. And it's almost like if I drink my favourite beverage (hazelnut coffee) from another cup it doesn't taste as good

I got it a couple of years ago after Easter on sale (it came with an Easter egg).

It's a Coronation St mug that I call my "Corrie cup".

It's got Roy and Hailey on, as well as Becky & Steve (I really miss Becky ) and Norris

But yes, I actually don't put it in the washing up with the other cups and glasses because I worry it will get broken

I know how you feel, I also get really attached to objects, I used to have a yellow dressing gown it was finally replaced while I was at school (I was upset for weeks... )
The object I have the biggest attachment to is a small brown bear I've had him nearly 10yrs he's falling apart yet I still take him everywhere. People have tried to buy me replacements and always fail.

As for your cup, maybe you can try explaining how you feel? If something I have an attachment to has to be replaced my mam always takes me shopping to find a new one that I like beforehand you could ask to do that?

I get attached and in that situation I'd be pissed. I don't like people messing with my stuff. It's mine and I don't care how old it is or what shape it's in. I'll get rid of it when I'm damn good and ready.

We have stuff in my house that is older than me and I'm in my 30s. Our sugar bowl and some of our bowls were brought home from my mother's job by my mother before I was born. We still use them now. I have metal shelves that are 30+ years old. I have a pair of sneakers that are 21 years old. My kitchen table (which is now the dining room table in my new place) is older than me.

I feel that people messing with my stuff is disrespectful of me because it's "MINE" and they know it bothers me. I don't mess with other people's stuff either. When cleaning house and packing while my mother was at work before we moved every day I would fill a box with various things for my mother to check when she got home because I thought that we might want to throw them away but I felt I couldn't make that decision because the items weren't mine.

When we moved my mother got rid of a lot of books (she still has a lot though). I made it clear to her that no book can be thrown away without my approval except for romance books. I didn't care what she did with them. I still caught her almost throwing away "The Running Man" and I think my book "After Alice" did get thrown away or at least it hasn't been found since we moved and I'm still mad. The one book store I liked closed and I don't buy things online so who knows if I'll even get it back.



Once in a cab the cab driver was talking to my mother and told her about how several years after they moved they realized that they had packed boxed in their shed that hadn't been looked in since they packed them before the move. They threw them away without opening them thinking "if we managed without whatever was in those boxes all along we don't need it". That horrified me. I could never do that. Anything could have been in those boxes, important things or valuable things.

It also upsets me when I see "humorous" scenes in sitcoms where someone (usually a bitchy wife/girlfriend/mother) forces their partner or child to give up (or worse yet sneaks it out without their knowledge) some old but treasured item at some yard sale or to charity or whatever.

I still remember being 5 or under and looking out my living room window watching the garbage truck pull away with one of my stuffed animals hanging off the side. I don't know why my mother threw it away but it was apparently in good enough shape that the garbage man took it.

Last edited by hanyo on 30 Mar 2012, 7:02 am, edited 1 time in total.

You're 20.
Why is someone else deciding to throw away your things?

Yes. I have a glass I bought from Red Robin several years ago that I drink from all the time. I also have a coffee cup that is my coffee cup. I have a lot of other items as well.

Why is your stepmother deciding that your cup needs to go? What does it matter to her? It sounds like she's just meddling in your affairs.

To the above two posts, she doesn't understand me at all so me making a big deal out of it would only cause an argument, and in this house privacy/my own things doesn't seem to be thought about.

Yes, I've had attachments. I remember as a kid there was a particular spoon I would prefer to use. I wouldn't use anything but that spoon, if there was a meal that called for one. I used it for years, until it got lost when we moved. I was 11 at the time. Right now, it's my Rubik's Cube. It's never far away from me. I even bring it to work.

Used to, not too bothered with most things now

Why make a big deal? I'd just take it and hide it from her in that kind of situation.

I have attachment to objects, particularly my iPod. I have cried before when my iPod failed, yet not when my own grandmother died.

I place no value on anything anymore.
My real possessions are a couple of amateur radios and antenna's which I maintain meticulously.
I own my own home and I manage my own finances - so no one tells me what to do or when to do it.
My computer and my ham radio is my only two links to the outside world.
Not too many people calls me on the phone and nobody cares if I live or die.

My cupboards are full of pots / pans / dishes, silverware / cups / bowls / saucers...
I am the exact opposite of y'all.
Each time I eat or drink something, I get a clean plate or cup / knife / fork / spoon - even though I live alone and I keep everything extremely clean.
I wash my cups out after I drink - because I drink a lot of milk and I do not want spoiled milk in my cups.

Unless you generate a certain amount of dishes - there is no reason for me to wash them every day and I can't stand to wake up in the morning to a sink full of dishes.

Throw the old cup away and grow up already is what I think your parents is trying to tell you.
It all has to start somewhere!

This picture perfectly sums up my attitude about my stuff.



This one is good too.

Ha, I do that too. I've got three Rubik's Cubes (3x3x3, 4x4x4 and 5x5x5). I always bring my 3x3x3 when travelling or going somewhere. I like solving it over and over and over again. Calms me down in a way.