QOTW Childhood comfort items?
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QOTW Childhood comfort items?
| Tue, 03-25-2003 - 10:27am |
Did you have something in your childhood that you used for comfort? Such as a teddy bear, a doll, or a special blanket?
And--do you have anything like that now? If so, do you get any comfort from it? Or if not, do you think if you bought one, would you get any comfort from it?
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I saw a Raggedy Ann in the toy store the other day, and I just went over and picked her up. It was like seeing an old friend. This one was very new looking and didn't feel like my old one at all, but still, it was nice.
Now, I do have a nice soft teddy bear that I sleep with every night, and I think to some degree it does offer me some kind of comfort that I was never able to receive.
Now I have Opal, a teddy bear. I asked my kids to get me a teddy bear about 3 years ago for my b-day b/c we were talking about comforting things on the board. Opal has been well-loved--and shows it! ;-) I find Opal very comforting.
I never really had a stuffed animals I slept with as a child. I did have this one pillow case with a jungle scene and all different animals on it. I would hold on to it and pretend all the animals were real. I did have a poodle - but she wasn't allowed up in my room. I remember sneaking down to the basement sometimes and sleeping on the sofa with her. These days I a big brown teddy bear and 3 dogs - 2 of which share the bed with me. It is a HUGE comfort for me to have them.... especially my German Shep. I feel 100% safe when he is with me.
T
A couple of weeks ago after a really difficult therapy session my dh bought me a stuffed dog. I find it comforting.
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I loved Sleeping Beauty starting at about the age my SA happened; that's when we saw the Disney movie in the theater, and I had a Giant Golden Book of it that I was obsessed with. Back then they didn't have the toys, shirts, etc. but about five years ago I saw a Sleeping Beauty (Disney) barbie doll that had a mini-book and one of the three fairies with her. My first impulse was to buy it for my daughter; then I realized that I was the one that wanted it, and she wouldn't take care of it anyway. I bought it and have kept it in the box all this time, waiting until we have a house with a display cabinet. Last Friday I had some really, really bad panic attacks and I decided to open the box and take her out. It was so fun. I put her shoes on and brushed her hair, and she sat here on the computer desk with me while I did my work. I snuggled with her afterward. It was a week of triggers and it all came to a head that night. I ended up being by myself--husband worked late, son was on a scout campout and daughter was at a sleepover (I was beside myself worrying about her being violated--totally irrational, I know, but everything considered it was logical in a strange sort of way). So I had ice cream and played with my Sleeping Beauty doll. I know, what a dork. It was comforting, though.
When I first saw the title of this discussion I was immediatly...I dont know what the right word is but I just didn't want to go there. Reading all the replies today kinda helped me feel a little more at ease. I don't remember a whole lot about material things that I had. I did have a teddy bear and my mom found it when they moved out of their house a few years ago. She asked if I wanted it. When I saw it I was like, that's mine? She said I was inseperable from it. I have it in my room now sitting on top of my bookshelf but I have no memories.
I did have a cat during, what I call, my "worst years" of abuse. Out of all my family members Smokey slept with me all the time. He seemed to know when I was struggling and always comforted me after something happened. Once my dad figured out how attached I was he would pick up Smokey in a harmful way and threatened that he would get rid of him if I ever told. When I was in high school my asthma was out of control and my mom suggested we give the cat to someone else. I refused. I don't know if this is a coincidence or not but there was a time in 10th grade when I really wanted to tell someone what was happening to me. A teacher that I really liked and the class I was also failing that year, encouraged me to stay after school one time. I said I wanted to tell her something but didn't know if I should. She waited but all I did was cry. I remember being very afraid and shaking with fear and just crying. When I finally stopped she was still there waiting. Then I said I'm sorry but I can't and left. She called home and told my parents what happened and my fear shot through the roof. The next day Smokey was gone. Mom says it was because of my ashtma. The look in my dad's eyes say differently.
What do I do now for comfort? I got another cat. As a kid, Smokey was all black. The cat I have now is gray with two white spots. I named her Smokey. :)
Kari
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