Getting upset over inanimate objects?

[TrottingAround]

A car was being towed away today whilst I left Asda.

I was pushing my son at the time and suddenly felt very sad. Then the feeling became quite intense and I had to urge to stop the driver and pay for it to come home with me.

Wtf is happening to me?!

It's not the only strange encounter with inanimate objects... I started feeling very defensive recently when DH suggested just 'getting rid' about my current phone, and then said I should just upgrade. We were in bed at the time - I 'treated' it to charging on the bed overnight instead of on a hard surface

I'm usually a very sane person. I don't hoard and my house is chaos free due to a firm dislike of clutter.

However, this isn't a new thing. When I was 8, I developed a strong bond between me and a McDonald's drink holder paper thingy... I wouldn't let my mum bin it. I brought it home and put a nappy on it, placing it on top of my cupboard to 'keep it safe'

Haha I'm exactly like this! I recently had my piano tuned for the first time in years. I don't play it very often and I'm not a very skilled pianist, so when the tuner played a few pieces beautifully to check it had all been tuned correctly I felt like crying! As though the piano had been sitting there and been waiting to be played so wonderfully.

Peony, I got the same when my piano was tuned. I felt like a piano abuser for trying to string together easiest Christmas carols.

OP, I hope it's just a phase, perhaps the car was a one off. The phone is understandable though

this is bizarre OP!

I sold my old phone back to car phone warehouse, I nearly cried thinking about the 2 years we had spent together, and I felt guilty, sounds crazy but genuinely true
I form strong bonds with inanimate objects, same artificial Christmas tree for 16 years, can’t bear to part with it, my Henry hoover is awful but I can get rid of him and his little smiley face, nuts

Oh Trotting this has made me laugh I 'treated' it to charging on the bed overnight such a lovely very daft image.

I do this all the time! I'm glad it's not just me. I get sad when I have to throw away things, i had a wardrobe clear out and felt really sad for the clothes that I hadnt worn much because I didn't like them. I even get sad when I throw away genuine rubbish sometimes, it's really weird. I blame pixar.

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I do this. I got a bit teary when we had to get rid of our old dinng room table, but then I got worried in case I’d hurt the new table’s feelings.

I get this too, it's like a grown up version of feeling sad for the teddies that were on top of the wardrobe instead of on my bed as a child.
I'm terrible at throwing clothes bought for me years ago because they were gifts, even if no longer my style.
If I upgrade something. I feel bad for the existing version 😅

I'm like this too. Don't even mention teddies ! I cuddle my DCs teddies that they don't like much because I feel sad that they miss out on hugs and love! And I couldn't bear to give teddies etc to the charity shop and break their little bear hearts.

I wrote my car off once years ago and was devastated but also secretly relieved that I wouldn't ever have to sell it and make it feel rejected.

I took some stuff to the charity shop today and then went back in and took back my son's sleepy time baby blanket. My son is at secondary school and is taller than me. I still can't let go of his snuggly.

I'm really not like this at all (stands up straight, looks stern and serious). But I did give my old, broken trekking pole a little pat and say goodbye to it fondly when I binned it on holiday this summer.

My DD is exactly like this. She is only 6 but now I'm worried it's going to be a lifelong thing. We recently got rid of some furniture and she made me take photos of it which she wanted printed out and framed luckily she seems to have forgotten about that now!

I cried like someone had died when I traded in my first car. I just couldn’t stop sobbing. Made worse by the fact my precious first car was going to the scrapyard!

It's called Anthropromiphisising things.

And I do the same.

I spend ages getting the last baked bean out the tin because I don't want him alone in a can without its mates unable to forfil its life long potential. Poor bean.

I totally spelt that wrong, anthropomorphising.