What was your security blanket

Mine was thumb sucking, I did it until I was six mainly at night. My parents tried everything to get me to stop, including some god awful stuff they painted my thumb with. Even as bad as it tasted I would slowly licked off so I could suck my thumb.

Lol made me chuckle. Was it called Bitter Alloes or something? My folks did the same and like with you it never stopped the habit. Even now as a grown man my right thumb is slightly pointed from being sucked and in times of duress I have been known to find it on my mouth. I claim now I am chewing it rather than sucking lol.

My security blanket was the classic “security blanket.” Lol. Tiny blue rosettes with a light blue satin edging. I called Mew Mew. ???

Anyways I wore it out and Mom got me a new one. I wore that one out too. I was out of the “security” game by that time 🤣

I dont realy have a security blanket. My thumb is my so called security blanket. i been sucking my thumb as long as i can rember always relaxes me when im stressed out. also it was the only babyish thing i get away with, my parants didnt know Y i suck my thumb & god knows they tried everything they can think of to make me stop.i still suck my thumb at age 50 & dont think ill ever stop.

I used to suck my thumb when I was little as well. I was almost 9 when I stopped on my own. And same as you my parents tried everything to get me to stop. dipping my thumb in bitter stuff as well as spicy things. nothing worked untill I just stopped on my own.

I also sucked my thumb for as long as I had to wear diapers and rubber pants to bed for my bedwetting. Putting my thumb in my mouth once I was tucked in helped me relax and fall asleep. I did stop once I finally stopped wetting my bed, I suppose it was just another part of growing up. Years later, actually decades later, I was getting massage from a wonderful woman who knew I wore diapers and rubber pants and always changed me before she started her massage. One day, after she left the room to get some warm towels, I put my thumb in my mouth and started sucking for the for the first time since I was 17. I felt so relaxed without even realizing what I was doing until she returned with an arm full of warm towels and giggled. I realized then what I was doing, stopped sucking my thumb until she smiled and told me she thought it was so cute, so my thumb returned to my lips. Since then, I suck my thumb whenever I feel stressed or tired.

Mine was a yellow blanket, full single bed size I think with a satin edge. I used to rub the satin on my face and sniff the edge of the cloth which gained a 'flavour' (familiar smell) with use.

Mine is a Snoopy beadspread. I've had it since I was about 6. I still have it and it still makes me feel safe. It's known as my "wooby" (Mr. Mom reference).

I had to start 1st grade at 4-1/2 years. There was no kindergarten and kids were taught to work from 3 years old onward. They did not want me to endure the embarrassment of being made fun of. I did not know about that yet, and they wanted to protect me. I, on the other hand, had no concept of school nor even of community. Out there it was only us and a family or neighbor showing up once in a moon at the most. Dad whittled out a wonderful little boat with a sail. When, i quit sucking my thumb, i could have it for my very own. Till then, there was nothing that really belonged to me, except maybe a pair of shoes, which i had little use for, except on Lord's Days. I think i was playing with my boat a month before school started, so when school started i was excited, i had been a winner and was excited about having more of the experience. But the first days of school were shocking and left me feeling lost.

I had a blanket that I had from the time I was born until last year when it got lost in a move. I called him ‘Herbie’. When things got tough my blanket made everything feel better

I had a blanket that mom would roll up into a small package. I called it my kitty. Once a babysitter was putting me to bed and I said I wanted my kitty. She didn't know where or what it was but I managed to go to sleep without it. When my parents got home, she told my mom that I wanted my kitty but she looked and couldn't find it. My mom then explained to her what it was.

I had a pastel pink, blue, and yellow plaid blankey with a pink satin trim. I loved it and used to rub the satin between my fingers so much that it would wear out so my Mom would have to sew on a new one. Slept with it until I was in my late 20s. I believe that it was lost when I donated some items, still don't know how that happened and it still makes me sad. I've been trying to find one on eBay for years.

Don’t remember what my baby blanket looked like, but it slowly fell apart until all I had was a small square of it left and my mom decided to take it from me and throw it out. I was devastated…one of those memories I’ll probably never forget. I must have been around 10 years old. :’(

I had two, each about 2x2 feet. One had pink trim, one blue. Like Allie80, I would pull the edge between my middle and ring fingers, sometimes until it was an open wound! Just thinking about it makes those spots tingle. By the time I was 7-8 years old they were pretty much rags and got tossed out.

Mine was a yellow blanket, full single bed size I think with a satin edge. I used to rub the satin on my face and sniff the edge of the cloth which gained a 'flavour' (familiar smell) with use. I used to call it sniffy blanket. Now I have a small white cellular blanket with a BabyBoots label on it but its really made by Earlys of Witney (Oxfordshire, UK).