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Originally Posted by hankster
I was afraid to even look at my ts bookshelves when i started with him. He has a big basket of toys by his door and everytime i walked in or out, i thought to myself, those toys are for other kids, not me. Thats my mothers voice. Its so weird you should mention pillows - i left a trail of unsqueezed pillows on so many ts couches.
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I think I know how you feel. My T doesn't have any toys in her room, but I feel a similar sense of being undeserving to look around. I don't feel like I have a right since I haven't in so long. And yes, we're in the same boat with the pillows! I guess they're on every T's couch for a reason, but it feels so bold to grab one. It would almost be like I was assuming I could be myself, but I don't want to assume that kind of thing in case I'm wrong.