Childhood Security Object For a LONG Time?

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I had security blankets. Fortunately my mother purchased a dozen originally. I kept one with me, even taking it to school in a backpack, until I was 8 years old. I always had attachments to things as a kid. For about 5 years in my adult life, it was a necklace. Sometimes a piece of clothing. It's always a security object. I attached to objects instead of people.

Anyone else?

A lot of grown women still sleep with teddy bears.

I used my pillowcases as security objects and it is still the same Sucked my thumb until I was 18 and made a concerted effort to break the habit.

I always carry trinkets with me...no matter what it is-usually metal and small like a special coin or a ring
I always fiddle with things and things wind up in the strangest places in my house because of me

My 9 year old is still extremely attached to his 'blanky' that he's had since he was a baby. His blanky has magical powers and protects him from monsters and baddies.

My 7 year old has to sleep with his 'draggy' (dragon) every night. If it gets lost ... major meltdowns until we find it. His draggy protects him from monsters and baddies.

He took it to school one day and another kid threw it on the roof. His friend realised what an emergency it was and ran to the school janitor. The janitor said he would retrieve it the next day. But his friend insisted and insisted to the school janitor went and got it immediately.

Helen

I've had my security blanket Pinky since I was a baby (possibly from birth). It is my prized possession. I have allways slept with it. I took Pinky to college with me but not on vacations because I'm afraid it will get lost.

I have slept with the same blanket for 25 years now. I call it Bluey and it is one of my favorite things in the world.

I have several things, rather than people, that I am really attached to. A necklace, a stuffed moose, my blankey which I sleep with to this day, even though he's basically a string now (he's 34 years old, my brother had him first) - the list goes on. I am obsessive about these things. BUT - some of them are important to me because they represent a person. Only a few, though.

When I was 12 and 13 I always wore these rings that were my security object... they made my hands look less pudgy, so at leat part of me was pretty, and even if I was filthy at least part of me was easily wiped clean... I felt like I'd lost a part of me when I lost some of them. Later I had this wierd pendant that I wore on a string made of smaller strings, blue and green and intertwined. The pendant was made of a white plastic milk carton pull ring, with chewing gun placed around the outside, blue and yellow elastic bands stuck to the chewing gum, the whole thing secured with Scotch tape wrapped around and around it. I also had five light blue and yellow beads on a wire looped tightly around/through the ring. It symbolized that I COULD so something; that I was creative at least and had created this at least. Everywhere I went, it went. I always wore it. When I lost the beads on it I was so devastated; I felt like I'd lost part of me!


But none of that counts as a long time.


Many people thought my stuffed bears were security objects but they were never.

I have slept with the same blanket for 25 years now. I call it Bluey and it is one of my favorite things in the world.

I called a string I stimmed with Stringy and talked to it once, calling it "cutie"... but it wasn't a security object.

I broke the blanket (my softie) habit at 8 after relentless teasing from my family, mostly aunts and cousins. I attached to other things then, just far less obvious things (like the necklace) which seemed innocuous. I still have my blanket, stored in a little box of special things (i.e. photos, little things I've saved through the years). I could never bear to actually throw it away.

I'm glad to know I'm not the only one!

This reminds me of the stuffed dog I had as a kid. I treasured it more than anything, possibly even more than my own life. But since I got a taste of bullying at an early age, that dog NEVER went outside my home, under any circumstances, even if my life depended on it. The only place where I felt safe bringing it was my friend's condo in the same building (my family lived in a condo at the time). One time, the preschool I went to has a "bring your favorite toy" day. Needless to say, that dog stayed home. Instead, I came empty-handed, and made up an excuse that it was still wet from being washed. Everybody, including the teacher, fell for it.

When I was a kid, I had a stuffed toy Siamese cat. Later, I found security with real cats.

My mother.

I still have my binky from when I was a baby, and a cat. I attach on to a lot of objects.