25 Jul I Ruined Archer’s Day and The Story of My Security Blanket
Ever wake up and it takes upwards of 10 minutes to figure out where you are and what day it is? That was how my day started. And then I got oatmeal on my security blanket, and it made for a miserable day.
Yes, I am a 47.5-year-old man who still uses a security blanket. I’ve always had one. The first one I was really attached to, I called my bunny blanket because it had bunnies on it. I had that blanket since birth. I took that thing everywhere but school. When I was about eight or nine, my parents decided I needed to outgrow it, so they “lost” it during a holiday (vacation). I would find it years later in a brown paper bag on a shelf in my grandma’s laundry closet. I was hot mad, let me tell you.
I replaced that blanket with another, even if it was never the same. And then that blanket became another. And so on and so on. To this day, when I’m home, I must have a blanket on me at all times when I’m sitting or lying down. Andrew used to think it had to do with being cold until I finally told him that it has to do with keeping me glued together. I can be overheating and still have the dang thing on me because it is required to self-regulate.
My current blanket is fluffy and soft and one side feels like a rabbit. It is the best one since my real bunny blanket. And because I need a blanket, Archer also needs a blanket. And not just any blanket but my blanket. Archer is very much my dog in a lot of ways. If you follow me on Twitter, chances are you’ve seen Archer cuddling with me under this blanket.
And because I woke up this morning being very unsettled, he was filled with anxiety and wouldn’t settle. Instead of lying on the couch while I did my morning self-myofascial release, he sat anxiously in his kennel or paced around the dining room.
While Ziggy, who can be a chaos goblin like Andrew, didn’t have a care in the world and couldn’t tell that something was off with the day.
And then matters got worse when I sat down on the couch with my breakfast and dumped some of it on my blanket. In the wash it went. And Archer and I began to unravel. The featured image is a very upset Archer not happy with the replacement blanket I pulled in an attempt to sooth both of us while the real one was laundered. It failed, obviously.
As soon as I got the real one got out the dryer, both Archer and I settled down. In fact, Archer is currently curled up on my lap, under this computer and my blanket, with Ziggy curled up beside us. A bit too late as I’m now beyond overwhelmed after another day of copy edits without my soother.
So that was the majority of my day. Coming unglued while slogging through copy edits on a story that, among other things, explores complex childhood trauma. At least no-one can again take away my bunny blanket.
How as your day?