OMG, I am 63 years old. I had a blanket as a child that I absolutely had to have at all times or there was a real problem! A little yellow blanket with soft satin trim. I kept it so long it shredded. I still have it stored carefully in my closet LOLl. My obsession is such that I have little satin edged blankets everywhere. My bedding has to have satin trim. It has always been something that my family accepted so there is no shame attached. I also have a grandson with the same obsession, to the point his other grand made a whole soft satin blanket for him! I want to steal it...I do it when I’m sleeping or relaxing and If I’m dealing with something stressful.
I am so happy to find this community as I’m getting older I’m curious why I do certain things. Trauma seems to be my answer. My Father was killed in a job related accident right before my first birthday. My Mother had three kids under the age of 4 at the time. My Mother’s college career was interrupted to get married and have babies! After my Dads death she farmed us out to relatives so she could finish college. As far as I can remember I didn’t see her much for 2 years! When I was reunited with her and our family was together again I was molested until the age of 10. I could go on and on but trauma has followed me throughout my life, you get the picture. I am in therapy and on medication but nothing brings me more comfort than my blankies lol! Thank you all for making me feel better about this obsession.
IIN to love to rub fabrics between my fingers?
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OMG, I am 63 years old. I had a blanket as a child that I absolutely had to have at all times or there was a real problem! A little yellow blanket with soft satin trim. I kept it so long it shredded. I still have it stored carefully in my closet LOLl. My obsession is such that I have little satin edged blankets everywhere. My bedding has to have satin trim. It has always been something that my family accepted so there is no shame attached. I also have a grandson with the same obsession, to the point his other grand made a whole soft satin blanket for him! I want to steal it...I do it when I’m sleeping or relaxing and If I’m dealing with something stressful.
I am so happy to find this community as I’m getting older I’m curious why I do certain things. Trauma seems to be my answer. My Father was killed in a job related accident right before my first birthday. My Mother had three kids under the age of 4 at the time. My Mother’s college career was interrupted to get married and have babies! After my Dads death she farmed us out to relatives so she could finish college. As far as I can remember I didn’t see her much for 2 years! When I was reunited with her and our family was together again I was molested until the age of 10. I could go on and on but trauma has followed me throughout my life, you get the picture. I am in therapy and on medication but nothing brings me more comfort than my blankies lol! Thank you all for making me feel better about this obsession.