So awesome to know I'm not alone! I have always had this "tick" as far back as I can remember too. I started with the silky lining on my baby blanket, the garmets I would wear. It was so hard to explain and was mortifying when people would catch me doing it. I stopped for the majority of my teen years, but would catch myself rubbi2 the lining of jacket sleeves. Then 10 years ago I found small organza bags for jewlery and wedding rice. I think I have always made little balls of string to use in my rubbing fixation, but now I make a conscious effort of making a small knotted string to rub in my bags. I am constantly changing out bags when they stop feeling starched and the knotted string goes into the new bag. I carry the bag in my wallet phone case. I have to carry it with me everywhere. If I would misplace the bag or leave it on my desk it used to send me into a panic attack, but I found now that I can leave it (on accident, of course) and be okay. It doesn't seem to always be something I need like an obsession, it's more of a comfort for me.
IIN to love to rub fabrics between my fingers?
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So awesome to know I'm not alone! I have always had this "tick" as far back as I can remember too. I started with the silky lining on my baby blanket, the garmets I would wear. It was so hard to explain and was mortifying when people would catch me doing it. I stopped for the majority of my teen years, but would catch myself rubbi2 the lining of jacket sleeves. Then 10 years ago I found small organza bags for jewlery and wedding rice. I think I have always made little balls of string to use in my rubbing fixation, but now I make a conscious effort of making a small knotted string to rub in my bags. I am constantly changing out bags when they stop feeling starched and the knotted string goes into the new bag. I carry the bag in my wallet phone case. I have to carry it with me everywhere. If I would misplace the bag or leave it on my desk it used to send me into a panic attack, but I found now that I can leave it (on accident, of course) and be okay. It doesn't seem to always be something I need like an obsession, it's more of a comfort for me.