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).