I'm not sure where I should post this... I'm just trying to get a memory out of my head. Awhile ago someone posted in the Psychotherapy forum about buying themselves a doll to replace one that was taken from them during childhood, and this has been bouncing around in my head since.

When I was young I had a stuffed bunny that I took everywhere. When I was six or seven I left it beside my bed, but when I went back for it, it was gone. I asked my mother and she said she didn't know where it was. I don't remember ever losing things, obviously my mother took it. For years I kept looking in the same spot for it, hoping it would come back. I knew she had taken it, but I still looked. I don't think she took it to be mean, it was probably falling apart.

One Christmas I was given a teddy bear. It was hard and stiff, probably designed more to sit on a shelf than for a kid. I remember being upset once and I tried hugging the bear, as that's what kids did on TV. I felt nothing.