I’ve had this old blanket since I was 11. I don’t wanna say my exact age but let’s say it’s been over a decade. When I moved homes, I just had to have my blanket and old pillowcase. When I moved homes my mom threw away my old blanket and I was really upset and my mom just about got it back before it got disposed of for good and I was so happy that my blanket was “saved”.
The blanket’s so old it has holes in it and a few years ago I found out the exact same blanket is still being sold and I bought a new one which looks nothing like my old one because it’s…well, new, but I’m still using the old one and the new one is still in its packaging. I almost feel like it’s a friend? Almost? And by sleeping with another blanket I’m betraying it or something. I just feel immediately comforted by the blanket even though there’s nothing objectively comforting about it (it’s not a weighted blanket and is so worn down it’s not very insulating).
I don’t know. I feel some weird emotional connection to that blanket? Does anyone else feel something similar or can relate?
Nah, totally normal, my dog came with one too when he was a puppy. Was supposed to smell like his Mom to help him settle in a new home.
If it helps you not pee in your crate I say you keep it.
I can’t tell if this was supposed to be mean or comforting… all I know is it’s fucking hilarious
That’s not weird in the sense that it’s unusual, because that’s so usual we have a term for it. And it’s really only weird if you consider it weird. There’s nothing wrong with finding comfort in a familiar object.
I personally have a Game Boy Color my dad gave to me when I was recovering from surgery when I was 11. I keep it on my TV stand. I was incredibly distraught when I pulled it out of storage and the batteries in it had leaked all over the circuit board, damaging the board beyond repair. My dad actually got me another one on eBay that I harvested the circuit board from to replace mine. I don’t play it, but knowing that it now works and I could play it if I wanted to gives me comfort. I even put the old board in the other Game Boy just so I know that I still have all of the original parts.
I think it’s probably something most of us do, and I don’t think you should feel any shame in it.
Does it hurt you or anyone? No? Carry on.
I’m a 50-something man, and i still have the Maxine und Moritz cushion from when I was a toddler. Well, technically, it’s a different pillow as the original is extremely tatty now.
It’s unusual.
It is absolutely NOT weird. If anything, it makes you more human.
Not weird.
Perhaps atypical, maybe unusual, but neither of those things are inherently bad.
Does it matter if it is weird? Everyone is weird in some way.
There’s no weirdness warden who will whack you into gaol for being weird.
My wife is in her 30’s, and she sleeps with a pillow and stuffed animal that she has had since she was 3 or 4.
Nope. It’s normal to get attached to things. My fiance (37f) has all kinds of stuff from her childhood that she still uses, even if only occasionally. Blanket, shirts, Xmas ornaments, the list goes on. For her, in her own words, the attachment is to the memories associated with the things, like Xmas or a school club or college. She’s got a lot of things, not just over blanket, but it’s the same principle. Perfectly reasonable and normal.
If it brings you comfort, it’s not weird.
I have a stuffed dog that Ive kept since i was a baby. Im middle aged now and that dog is still with me. Its not in bed with me anymore because i want to keep it preserved but it still brings me comfort when I need it.
I don’t think it’s weird at all. Being attached to physical objects is a totally normal part of being human. The comfort of familiarity is natural and nothing to be worried about. The personal example I can think of right away is that when a wallet wears out and I transfer my driver’s license etc to a new one, I’m aware of the same feeling of attachment. Throwing out the old one feels like a small betrayal. I think feelings like that are completely natural. In fact my childhood cuddle toy - a stuffed dog named “Poody” is still up on a bookshelf over my desk. I hardly ever think about him but he’s always up there, kind of watching over me.
Only reason I don’t sleep with my equivalent is that I’ve already had to fix it five times.
The blanket that was my childhood blanket is so fragile it’s not even possible to mend it.
But the pillow my grandmother made for me, that sucker was made of polyester scraps. Which, for all that’s bad about polyester, the stuff lasts. So, over forty years later, I’ve replaced the filling three times, and resewn it fully twice, plus one partial resew. I tend to replace the filling any time I do a major repair, but there’s been three times I needed to specifically refill it.
Back when she made it, it was filled with that loose polyfill stuff. I’ve swapped between cotton, polyfill, shredded foam, and shredded memory foam.
I don’t sleep with it any more, like I said. But it’s right here beside me.
I had even specified being buried with it, but swapped to wanting cremation, and that’s not going to work with the pillow.
Sure it will! Pillows incinerate just fine. If the crematorium has some dumbasses rule prohibiting pillows, just have somebody burn it themselves and mix it with your ashes.
I’ve kept a blanket for 20 years. I remember when I bought it at a department store with my mom before I went off to college. It’s the perfect thickness and texture for me to sleep with. The nostalgia is an added bonus for a really comfortable blanket.
No.
