Comfort objects in therapy.

Does anyone take a comfort object into their therapy sessions?
I want to take mine to the next session but I'm embarrassed about it!
My T wouldn't even bat an eyelid but I'm still anxious about it.
I'm an adult, I shouldn't need a comfort object!

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Loads of people around here have comfort objects (I am nearly 50) and a few , I believe, take them to sessions.

People have reported taking in stuffed toys, blankets, live animals and other things. I don't find objects comforting, but I don't think it is unusual for people to do it if they do derive comfort from an object.

My comfort object is a rock.

Is it a Pet Rock?

Do you remember those?

If I feel the need for a comfort object in a session, I bring my dog. He also serves as a great distraction if I'm wanting my T to focus less on me...she'll focus more on him. She knows when I bring him I'm sort of looking for a buffer.

A "comfort" item for me has always been a bracelet, necklace, or even just a hairband around my wrist. Something I can fiddle with. I've never actually brought something that one would consider a comfort item, although I have this very soft, fleece scarf that I just love to feel on my hands. I have thought if I were to bring a comfort item, it would be that scarf. But I'm afraid my therapist might think I would be too childish.

I have lots of comfort items at home, but I wouldn't bring them into therapy. ...Unless it was like a show and tell. I used to bring my dog to therapy. Can't anymore because my T's building doesn't permit it.

I wish I could bring my cat to my sessions but she is almost as neurotic as I am and would definitely freak out if I ever tried to bring her somewhere out of the house! I actually still sleep with a stuffed toy (I'm 24) but it is so tattered and gross looking I would never take it with me in public. I used to have this amazing stuffed toy that was a big floppy dog with really long legs and ears but my mother threw it out when I was a teenager because she said I was "too old for it". I'm still kind of sad about that.

I bring a stuffie, a blanket, and a rock to every session. Sometimes I bring my dog as well. (I'm middle aged)

I felt I wanted something to fiddle with and thought about buying a throw pillow. I brought 3 stuffed animals of various sizes instead so I wouldn't have to spend money on a new pillow. One of the stuffed animals works best for me of the three. I leave them in her office.

T didn't suggest that I bring anything but now that I have, she encourages me to use it if I need it. She's glad that I found something to reduce my anxiety and give me comfort.

I have a microfiber cloth, the kind you use to clean electronic screens. I rub that or play with my ring. I need something to fiddle with in session.

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I don't take mine with me, because I don't need to. My T's office has awesome cushions, so I have a comfort item right there where I sit.

I used to bring one of my cuddly toys to therapy. MY therapist didn't bat an eye.
It was helpful as I felt it was comforting me. I no longer bring it as I don't seem to need it anymore.

I just pile on the pillows around me.

My pdoc has a nice stuffed bear that I hold. Whenever I go for an appointment the bear is already sitting in the chair waiting for me!

I have a gemstone crystal that my T gave me that I hold and fiddle with during my sessions. It is the one item that comforts me the most. Sometimes I fiddle with my watch or rings. It helps me to have something, especially when I get anxious.

I was in therapy yesterday and there was 2 little teddy bears on the table. I was immediately drawn to them and told T I just wanted to hold one. It was great for me, it gave me something to fiddle with and also brought up a lot of emotion for me, I'm not sure why.

A cup of coffee from my favorite coffee shop in their disposable cup is very relaxing for me. I frequently have a cup of this coffee especially when I am stressed. So on my way to T I always grab a cup.

My T gave me a stuffed animal moose years ago. I don't bring it with me to therapy but sometimes I sleep with it to feel safe

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Thank you for all your replies, I appreciate it. It makes me feel less uncomfortable about needing an object for comfort. Still unsure whether or not to take it to therapy though! I think I'll take it with me next session so I know it's there if I need it.

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Dont you love that? Both my t and i hold stuffed toys from Where the Wild Things Are, so when i come in, Max is sitting in ts chair and Carol is sitting in mine, and sometimes it looks like they started without us! So cute! So cozy.

My 2nd or 3rd session with my therapust, she handed me a basket of stress ball toys in different shapes, and I picked a little pig because it was pink. My therapist told me it was mine and I held it and played with it for many sessions. It sits on a table in her office all of the time. The poor little pig is missing its ears now as I would twist them constantly. One of the ears lives in my purse. Also, early on in therapy, my therapist had me make a collage of what I felt like a warrior was and she hung it up in her office. This collage is referred to in almost every session. It's the only piece of client artwork in her office.

Can I just say that I love that you say "stuffie"? My little siblings say that, and I had never heard anyone say it before them...and it used to bother me so much, but now I think it's kind of a cute term.

As for myself, I have a necklace that I never take off, and that is a great item of comfort for me, so I'll mess around with that, or play with my rings. I also have one of T's pillows tucked under my arm, and I can burrow deeper into the corner of the couch if I want to. I think part of it is my OCD, having things "just so" because I have the exact same routine every week from the second I step into her waiting room to the moment I settle in on the couch. I do the same things, sit in the same places, put my things in the same places...I remember one time, which at this point was years ago, when I had gotten drenched by unexpected rain, I had to sit on the opposite side of the couch than is "my spot" so that I could be near T's space heater, and I hated it the whole time!