Im 26 years old and my father told me I was doing this since the day I was born. The silk edge of my baby blanket is what started it. He said because of this I was a very calm baby and slept through the night rather early on lol. As I got older (toddler or so) I rummaged through my mothers drawers and found her faux silk slip for wearing under skirts. I wouldn't let her have it back. It became mine from then on. My mother passed away when I was four and I thought that the slip was a piece of her and couldn't live without it. My father tried hiding it from me once and I panicked until it was found. I wouldn't sleep. The feeling of rubbing it between my fingers was the most calming feeling ever. As I was going into high school I realized I was the only one and it became my deepest secret. Only my family and my best friend knew about it. My grandmother even asked "Are you going to take that to your honeymoon bed?" And I responded "Yes, because I won't marry a man who won't accept it." Lol. I cut it into little squares and packed them in purses, pockets and bags and just as it began to finally wither away I was starting to get worried. For my 17th birthday my sister surprised me with a slip that belonged to my other grandmother and it was bigger than the other. Now that that one has started to disintegrate she has shown me an entire full sized bed sheet made of it lol! But I'm not allowed to have it until this one is gone lol sisters for ya! But reading all of these comments from people who share this love of rubbing fabric is wonderful! We are all unique in some aspects but have people to relate to!
IIN to love to rub fabrics between my fingers?
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Im 26 years old and my father told me I was doing this since the day I was born. The silk edge of my baby blanket is what started it. He said because of this I was a very calm baby and slept through the night rather early on lol. As I got older (toddler or so) I rummaged through my mothers drawers and found her faux silk slip for wearing under skirts. I wouldn't let her have it back. It became mine from then on. My mother passed away when I was four and I thought that the slip was a piece of her and couldn't live without it. My father tried hiding it from me once and I panicked until it was found. I wouldn't sleep. The feeling of rubbing it between my fingers was the most calming feeling ever. As I was going into high school I realized I was the only one and it became my deepest secret. Only my family and my best friend knew about it. My grandmother even asked "Are you going to take that to your honeymoon bed?" And I responded "Yes, because I won't marry a man who won't accept it." Lol. I cut it into little squares and packed them in purses, pockets and bags and just as it began to finally wither away I was starting to get worried. For my 17th birthday my sister surprised me with a slip that belonged to my other grandmother and it was bigger than the other. Now that that one has started to disintegrate she has shown me an entire full sized bed sheet made of it lol! But I'm not allowed to have it until this one is gone lol sisters for ya! But reading all of these comments from people who share this love of rubbing fabric is wonderful! We are all unique in some aspects but have people to relate to!