#objectum experiences

[felixthelovingmachine]

objectum ppl are actually so cool because they heard “well if you love it so much, why don’t you marry it??” and then actually did it.

[im-just-a-random-trashcan]

Haven't posted much on this blog compared to my other blogs aside from reblogs lately but I got something finally and it'ssss... questioning

Been questioning objectum for a bit, but I feel like I don't know enough and anything I can find on it doesn't help me to figure out if that's what I'm experiencing and whatever it is I feel like I can't talk about the specific circumstances for my own comfort. So, objectums or any other object attracted individuals, if this reaches you: tell me your experiences, advice, how you found out, anything at all that might help me figure this out for sure. Please please please please please

And thank you in advance

[felixthelovingmachine]

my mother has discovered i sleep with my telescope and she has taken him from me.

she legit said “why are you sleeping with your telescope” and i said “idk i don’t” and she said “ok then let me see it”

she TOOK HOUSTON and MOVED HIM ACROSS THE ROOM

i think she’s anti-objectum or thinks i’m “too old” to have comfort items or smth along those lines.

anywho i’m going to get xem back

[felixthelovingmachine]

i still remember learning about caught in/struck by hazards in my construction (let’s make birdhouses and get osha certified woody shop) class and this was me for the entire unit:

(if you can read the text in the thought bubble, it says “oh nooo i’m stuck between the crane and this wall woe is me”)

[felixthelovingmachine]

when i was younger, i used to love silos. like, REALLY love silos. if i was on a roadtrip in the middle of nowhere (with yk farms and stuff) and maybe i got upset over something, my mom would say “look! there’s a silo!”

immediately, i’d stop crying, look at the silo, and just be like “woah silo :O”

yeah silos rock btw

[felixthelovingmachine]

i feel like being in the osc when you’re objectum/posic is such a different experience that non objectums in the osc. like, my friend who’s in the osc told me they enjoy the shows but have a harder time connecting with the characters due to them being objects.

and then i’m over here who cried when i had to part with the calculator i always used during math class (she belonged to the school.)

i guess that kind of empathy for objects more than i have for humans affected my experiences being in the osc ever since 2015. or that’s just me idk.

[felixthelovingmachine]

i think the first ever reference i was an objectum before i knew what the term for it was would probably be an event that happened at after school in the 3rd grade

these boys had a little litten figurine and me, loving pokemon, went up and played with them with my mind set on litten. eventually, they came up with the bright idea to slide down the slide while sitting on litten.

i started to get really nervous and empathetic for the poor thing, but finally snapped when a bit of the paint chipped.

i rushed over at the notice of it and desperately tried to protect litten from the boys after seeing the chip in her paint, yelling and crying “you hurt her!!” all while the boys laughed and laughed at litten’s misfortune and my anguish.

at one point, they talked about the idea of spraypainting over the figurine to make it gold instead of the original palette, claiming it would look “cooler” while being a fix for the chip in the paint. i was not having it.

i desperately tried to convince them that little was hurt and to stop sliding down on her to prevent hurting her even more, which led them to find the perfect way to bully me.

the two boys would follow me around the playground, chanting in my ears “it’s just a toy!” while they giggled and laughed as i cried my eyes out.

the chanting of “it’s just a toy!” drove me mad, where i would constantly try to run away and hide from their condescending remarks, only to have the same fate of them finding me be brought up again.

eventually, it was time to go inside, where they weren’t able to torment me any longer or risk being reprimanded by the teacher. i still think about that sometimes and wonder how me back then would look at me now. i hope he’s proud of me for who i’ve become.

sorry for the rant, just though about it and wondered if anyone else had similar experiences!