yes i had to just start letting things go its like grieving the death of a loved one i experienced abuse which probably exacerbated my already-apparent ocd as a child instead of love from one of my parents so i attribute my attachment to inanimate objects to a sort of projection of feelings i felt alone so i showed the inanimate objects stuffed animals usually the love i didnt receive this just meant that i felt very attached to them and tried to protect them at the age of about four i lost a stuffed monkey in a playground we went back for it but someone had taken it i was so sad especially because it belonged in a book the book had a cut out that the monkey fit into and then the monkey could essentially be a part of each page of the story i also had a little mermaid towel as a kid it got holy and ripped and one day my mom said she threw it away i was so devastated that i took it out of the trash i also had this one brush for many years until i was a preteen or teenager for some reason i took it trick or treating with me one of the last times i went trick or treating it may have been the year that i finally understood that i was being abused i needed that brush like it was a security blanket it was in a pocket of the bag i was using for candy anyway it fell out somewhere along the way i was secretly heartbroken even though i didnt show it to my siblings that was probably almost 15 years ago and i still feel a little bit of grief over it i know all this sounds silly but im 27 and im still sad about these lifeless pieces of cloth and plastic that ive lost -a