Well... one time I was in session with oldT and began to shiver like crazy and I asked him for a blanket and he looked at me and said ... I don't have a blanket! And so I had to manage without one. I then asked if I could bring one to keep there. And so I bought a beigey fleece blanket and he kept it in his closet at first and then it was draped over the couch. I didn't like that because I think other people used it too and it took away the "specialness" of it for me. I think I used it once before he abandoned and terminated me. I had to fight with him and threaten board action for 8 months to get my blanket back from him. It's in a box now and I never look at it. Too painful.

I asked my current T if I could bring in a blanket and he was wonderful and understanding about it. I was severely traumatized when I began seeing him. So I bought a new plaid fleece blanket and brought it in one day. He told me to keep it draped over this chair at the back wall of his office that no one ever uses because he didn't want anyone messing with my blanket. Each time I go to see him he has my blanket draped over my usual chair for me. He also told me that it was therapeutic for me to leave my blanket there. He understood it was like my leaving a small piece of myself there with him. And he told me that when he looks at the blanket he thinks of me.

So, sometimes I sit on it, sometimes I just hold it on my lap and other times I put it over my head. My T smiles and tells me stuff like... the blanket does not keep me safe, he does. Or that he would be happier if I didn't hide under it.

So that's my blanket story.
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I find such comfort in my blanket, as well. For a while, I liked a blanket that a very special friend gave me for graduation. I kept that blanket on my bed from the day I got it 15 years ago, and it's still there now. But it isn't snuggly blanket, it's just a special blanket.

About a year ago, the desire for comfort became so overwhelming that I could hardly contain myself. I went to the store and bought the softest material I could find - I think it's actually called ultra soft cuddle fleece. I made a blanket out of it (no sewing, just the kind where you cut little fringe around the edge and then knot it to another piece of fleece.) It is a very yummy blanket. It's SOoooooo soft! I snuggle into it every night. I had enough fabric that I have a small version of the same blanket on the couch, and when I'm feeling needy, I snuggle with that one, too. I even have a few small scraps of the fabric in my purse and and some extra scraps that I can stick in my pocket. It's the scraps that usually come with me to T. They're small enough to keep discreet when I'm stressed, and they're just the right size to fiddle with at T.

For me, comfort is softness - stuffies, blankets, whatever.

Both my Ts have their own blankets in the office and I definitely use them T2 will sometimes cover me up with it and T1 always lays it out for me (she started doing that randomly but I like it).

I like to hide myself, and it's also comforting. I have an object LIKE a blanket that lives at T1's office and I take that out of the office with me when I need something grounding around me.

Around my house I'm always in a blanket - in my bed I have the poofiest duvet on the planet and I nest under it. I'm an extremely tactile person.

Go blankets!

`We has a blanket at T's we uses sometimes when we is very shaky and cold

we has a blanket at home too we like to hold it with our bears

bestest is our 'cuddle cushion' (so named by t who got it for us) we keep it at t's for cuddling, clutching onto

I have blankets at home that I like to snuggle with on the couch. I bring wolfie and max (another wolf) to sessions in my backpack for the littles, but they rarely need them anymore, like maybe once a month. T sometimes puts one of his blankets on us, but they are wooly, not very soft. But, still, 'cause he has put them on when we're shivering/shaking, it feels special. But one very little part has a really bad reaction to blankets, so I guess I have to be careful with them. We hug the soft pillows in Ts offices too sometimes. In fact, I believe that might have been like 1/2 of last night's session.

Right now, when I take naps, if my real kitties don't come to snuggle, I hug the white tiger H surprised us with our last family trip to the zoo. I sleep much better like that for some reason, but I feel too embarrassed to do it if H is in bed too, so only during naps.

Wow, this is embarrassing. I'm not a total freak, right???