I just found out today that my two favorite stones (the ones that my therapist gave me) are missing...I've looked in every conceivable place they could be....the car, my shelves/desk, my bag; I even called the Steak 'n' Shake that we went to a couple times last week. A lot of good THAT did...the woman who answered the phone was basically just like, "Someone might have picked them up, but if anyone did see them, they'd probably just throw them away, BYE," and then hung up. My mom's going to keep an eye out for them when she does laundry (they might be in the pockets of some of my clothes) but in the meantime, I'm looking on Ebay for fidget stones and rocks....I think what I'm going to have to do is buy an assortment and choose ones that feel "just right" to me. I have a few other stones, too (a worry stone, an amethyst fidget stone, and a dolphin totem) but they're not THE stones...they don't soothe my anxiety the way the other two do.
ETA: I found them! They were in the basement on the little table next to where I sit when I watch TV...I must have taken them out of my pockets to stim while watching and forgot them there.
I never thought I'd become so distraught over losing stones, and so relieved to find them....I didn't exactly melt/shut down when I realized they were missing, but I did get somewhat depressed....losing/misplacing Dory might have entailed a meltdown/breakdown of sorts, but I was pretty positive that my stones HAD to be somewhere in the house.
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I wish Sterling Holloway narrated my life.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Life isn't fair, Calvin." "I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in MY favor?" ~ from Calvin and Hobbes