My security object was a receiving blanket. I can't even remember what color it was. I had that poor thing until I was 9 years old. The satin blanket edging had been replaced three times. Mom had to wash it when I was in school, and when I got home if it wasn't where I had left it, I would dash outside to the clothes line and grab it down, dry or not.
I sucked my thumb, and I had to, HAD TO, have my Blankie. Couldn't suck my thumb with-out it. Sometimes though if I was wrapped up in it, and was sitting on Mom or Dad's lap, I would grab a chunk of their shirt or dress and substitute it. I would take the satin part, fold it till I had a crease and then 'tickle' my nose and upper lip with it. When I substituted Dads shirt, I smelled the shirt. Just loved the way Dad smelled. Bay Rum & Glycerin Aftershave, pipe tobacco, and clean body.
The reason I quit at 9 was because we moved closer to the ocean and my sinus's got so stuffed up I couldn't breathe through my nose, thus the thumb had to go or I would have suffocated!!
I don't recall having a security blanket, but I did have an imaginary bird that lived down my shirt until I was about 6. Once my sister "grabbed" the bird from my finger and threw it outside. I made such a fuss about it, my mother made her "go get it" for me
Neither one of my kids had any "outside" security objects -- both were very attached to *me*, though
Roz
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I don't recall having a security blanket, but I did have an imaginary bird that lived down my shirt until I was about 6. Once my sister "grabbed" the bird from my finger and threw it outside. I made such a fuss about it, my mother made her "go get it" for me |
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Neither one of my kids had any "outside" security objects -- both were very attached to *me*, though |
I didn't have a security blanket, I don't think they were that well known when I was little, at least where I lived.
I did however have a teddy bear that went everywhere with me, I called him Timmy.
On almost every photo of me when I was younger, I am there with Timmy, I couldn't go to sleep without him!
As he grew more used and worn out, he had a new layer put over him to hold him together.The last layer was knitted by my Grandma, so he is now probably twice his original length and size. (and no, I don't sleep with him now)
He sits on a shelf in my bedroom.
My daughter had a Winnie the Pooh blanket that she carried around everywhere until she was at least 8 or 9 years old. I mean, if she had to sleep over at someone's house, or if we went on vacation, the blanket had to come with her. Also, everytime we took a car trip, she brought it along. I thought she would have never given it up, but she did. Well sort of. She still has it in her bed.