It's not weird to me. I take in all sorts of things to share, pretty much anything that's not glued down and that fits in my backpack. The rest, I take pictures of and show those. My therapist welcomes it all. It's a nice feeling. It wasn't like this with other therapists, or even early on with the one I see now. Something happened about 18 months in. I have been seeing her two years now. It's helping me to figure things out, sort of like a 3D image of my brain.