I have a security cloth that can fit a double bed that my ex therapist gave me. We used it in a psychodrama to banish the unresponsive mean mother from childhood. I used to use it a lot early on, but through the years I have used it less and less, but it still goes with me wherever I travel in the world. It is silk and fits in my small purse or knapsack. It comes in handy on cold airplanes, in cold hotels and freezing hospitals. When my mom is in the hospital or at home, at some point she gets wrapped in it, even when she was on life-support. Unconsciously, it made a difficult situation easier to get through.

My last therapist gave me a heart shaped stone. I forgot what it was made of. I did appreciate the gesture, and think about it once in a while.

I would prefer to have contact over a transitional object at this point in my life, but I would guestion my therapist as to why they are mutually exclusive. It would not have been negotiable for me early in the middle of therapy.