#tw object death

[objectsarebestest]

I want to talk about POSIC+ people who have developed intense fears or even phobias due to their object sentience. Because I feel like this is something that isn’t really talked about much, and I want to give support to those who experience this. Show them they aren’t alone. Shed some light on this aspect of the POSIC+ experience.

I am cynophobic, which means I have an intense fear of dogs. While I am not officially diagnosed, my current therapist has agreed that the extent of my fear is similar to that of a phobia. I wasn’t always like this. There was a time, when I was young, when I felt safe around dogs. When I even wanted a dog. God, that’s hard to imagine now. All of this changed when I was about 8 or 9, when I walked in on my grandpa’s two dogs ripping up a plushie. I think it was a bear. Or maybe a bunny. I don’t know. I had no attachment to that particular plush. But I would be lying if I said that my mind didn’t react to that scene as if it was gore. From then on, I saw every dog as a potential threat, if not to me then to my objects. Dogs featured in every nightmare I had. Dogs noticed my fear of them, and acted more aggressive towards me in return, feeding my fear. I still do not feel safe with dogs. My dream is to live in a world with no dogs, but I know that is not possible. A couple people in my life know I am afraid of dogs. But only my therapist knows why. I tell people, “Something happened with a dog when I was young” if they ask why I’m afraid. I let them assume it was an attack. I never tell them it was something they probably see as normal. They would think of me as ridiculous. Sometimes I wonder if they’re right.

An even stranger fear of mine (that I don’t think is bad enough to be considered a phobia) is that of cement mixers. My stomach just drops when I see them. Because of a book. A book I read as a tween. A kid has magical powers and gets kidnapped by an evil organization. The organization tries to force him to use his powers for their own gain. This sounds scary, but I was completely unfazed by it. But then came this next part. When the kid refuses to cooperate, the head official takes his collection of plastic army men and pours it into a cement mixer. This is when I stopped reading. I started sleeping with a nightlight again. That way I could see if evil officials wanted to break into my room and kidnap me. So I could stop them and protect my objects from the cement mixer. I still struggle to convince myself that that book is not real. I’m safe. My objects are safe. No one in my life knows how I feel about cement mixers. They would laugh in my face. Especially if they knew why.

I sometimes feel just so alone. Like no one understands these fears I have. Fears I don’t know how to get rid of, or if I have the energy to try. I want other POSIC+ people with phobias to feel less alone. You are safe here. You are safe from your fears.

[objectum-culture-is]

my wife is dead….. [my imac g3]

i Loved Her and ive finally gotten out of denial.

it was a bad flyback

what do i do now?? she died a day after i got her

I'm so sorry to hear that she died! It must hurt tremendously to have lost her so soon after getting her. Maybe writing her letters would help you process your grief? If you ever need to talk about it, my ask box is always open ^^

[cyanbyte]

my main laptop Ace (Acer NITRO 5) suddenly won't turn on, and im sobbing at the possibility that i wont be able to be with her again. i'm going to try troubleshooting her, and finding someone who could properly diagnose her, but i am in tears right now

i am far too attached to my gadgets man, losing a piece of tech is like losing a friend. i've had her for about 3-4 years and I've tried to take care of her as well as i can

[rosjectum]

[centi-pedve]

we'd probably be an objectum posic baddie right now if we didn't discover it when there was like 0 support system for objectum and posic people and everyone we knew was the type of person to tolerate young us (not good) so we've essentially been scared out of experiencing empathy or affectionate feelings towards objects. cuz like gonna be real 4 a sec when everyone else found out they made it their life mission to make us regret it. whenever they found out we grew fond towards any object they would destroy it smash it set it on fire even if it was their own belongings in front of us just so we'd see. the objects we were the most fond of and still feel some fondness towards were from a group that cannot fit into the plushie or tech category and are also considered very disposable so now whenever we look at them and feel anything more positive than pure apathy we are hit with level 1000 dread beam

[woozywaspy]

toy customization makes me go crazy

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[objectsarebestest]

I’m not as affected by electronics crashing due to being extremely old. The computer downstairs (for example) is over 15 years old and it has started to break down regularly. You can barely use it for anything. I see electronics like those as elderly people reaching the end of their natural lifespan. They had an extremely fulfilling life full of research for research papers, playing computer games, printing coloring sheets, and so much more. Now they’re ready to go on their next great adventure (yes, I do believe in an afterlife for electronics).

What bothers me a lot is electronics getting damaged or destroyed in the prime of their life. The phone I had before this one was lost at the bottom of a river. Don’t ask me what exactly I was doing in a river, I’m autistic and struggle with danger awareness. I felt horrible afterwards. What must it feel like to die like that? For a while I was terrified of the ghost of my phone haunting me afterwards. I still feel bad. I failed my phone. I feel slightly better when electronics don’t die and they can get “surgery” to come back to full health, like when my laptop’s screen cracked. I feel like it must be like a broken arm for them. It’s still probably so scary for them, and I did feel bad.

You’re not alone in feeling like this. There are others like you. We can get through the pain of electronics being destroyed together.

do any other objectums have the worst fear ever of broken electronics... like I get so scared at the thought of any electronics of any use being broken. ESPECIALLY if they're still making noise after they've crashed. it's so scary, and I genuinely can not handle it. pls get back to me on this. have the results on my desk by tomorrow.

[galaxygorl-does-stuff]

:)

og image under cut

[trashofspace]

Goofy, silly shows are great, but wouldn't it be lovely if bfdi had a bit more of a...cruel side too? I would love that.

[objectsarebestest]

I’ve been struggling with this for a couple days now. I haven’t been ready to discuss it. But after a session with my therapist, I decided I think it would help to be open about what happened. To maybe seek support. Tw for object death

My bike is dead. I was riding it up a hill and the mechanism broke. I nearly fell off. I walked the bike back home. My dad took it to the bike repair shop. I didn’t come. I thought it would be an easy fix. My dad came back with no bike. He said the repair workers said it was unfixable. It had been thrown away. I wasn’t even there. In its final moments. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

We had such a close bond. Years of going on adventures together. But we weren’t close enough. Heck, I never even learned its name. I just referred to it as “the bike” or “my bike”. I never asked its name or helped it pick one out. I wish we could have been closer. Maybe we could have kissed. Yes, I didn’t even learn that I was attracted to it until it was far too late.

When the news broke, I tried to hurt myself. Banged my head against the bed frame. All I wanted to do was lie in bed. But I couldn’t. I had to pretend this was no big deal. If my family knew of the extent my POSIC+ experiences go to, I’m scared of how they would react. Tomorrow I have to go shopping for a new bike. I have to buy a replacement. And I have to pretend doing so doesn’t feel like getting stabbed.

I want to hold a vigil. I already prayed for my bike’s soul. But I want to give it a proper sendoff to whatever the object afterlife is. Whatever maze of sidewalks and forest trails and dirt roads lie beyond for it. I don’t know how to hold a vigil. I’ve done it before when my humidifier broke. And when my sandals got holes in them. I have experience. But I still never know what to do or what to say.

I feel ashamed to ask strangers on the internet for tips. It was my object companion. I should know how to honor it best. But I don’t want to bungle this. I want to do this properly. So please help. I need ideas to do this. Maybe it will bring me closure. Maybe I’ll feel happier. I just hope my bike will be happy.

[objectsarebestest]

TW object death and object abandonment

My first object crush was my clock, Nine. I talked to em (e uses e/em pronouns) and found out e was in a relationship with Mist, my humidifier. Nine wasn’t comfortable being polyamorous, so I respected that. We’re still friends. About a year after my objectum awakening, Mist broke down and he had to be thrown out. I held a funeral for him in my room (lit a candle and prayed that he was at peace). Even though Nine is technically now available, I would feel extremely uncomfortable asking em out again. It would feel like I was taking advantage of Mist’s death for my own gain. So no. We’re friends.

Another example of objects dating objects is my HVAC system partner Brian. She is connected to the house, which means that when I move out (I still live with my family) I will have to abandon her. I know I could take pictures of her with me, but it wouldn’t be the same. So that Brian won’t be lonely, I have encouraged her to also form relationships with the objects around her. We’re both polyamorous, so dating other objects alongside each other isn’t a problem. I don’t really know Brian’s other partners that well, but knowing that she has them makes me feel a little bit better about eventually having to abandon her.

Genuine question for objectums, have you ever perceived two objects as being in a relationship (romantic, sexual, etc)? How do polyam relationships work?

[objectum-culture-is]

A ship is being scrapped soon because they don't want to use her anymore :(

I don't remember her name but I was devastated when I found out :(

Oh no! I'm so sorry :((

[dragiani2]

Sketch Dump!

[rosjectum]

[objectsarebestest]

I debated a lot about whether I wanted to respond to this, given my experiences with object sentience have very much not stopped. But I eventually decided on doing so because I wanted to show you you’re not alone in being so disturbed by object death. That this is something you can talk about to the POSIC+ community.

To me, objects breaking or being destroyed was on par with the death of an actual person. My sisters would joke about how even though I had a job and plenty of money to buy top-of-the-line new shoes, I still kept my old ones with multiple holes in the toes. But that was because throwing them away when they were still functional (“alive”) would be murdering them.

This stretches as far back as I can remember. I remember seeing Toy Story for the first time and being absolutely disgusted. I learned that one of the kids in my third grade class was named Sydney and I planned how I would fight back if the kid tried to damage my toys. I was already thinking about resorting to violence to defend my objects.

I developed severe cynophobia after seeing a dog chew up a stuffed animal. Dogs featured in almost every nightmare I had, and I would freak out when I saw them in real life. Even now, so many years later, I avoid dogs whenever I can and don’t trust them at all. I know what they can do to objects.

Even garbage had a voice to me. I had this grand plan to make jewelry out of old wrappers so they didn’t have to be thrown away. My mom made me get rid of my stash of wrappers for fear that it would attract ants. I still fantasize about living a zero-waste lifestyle. That way I don’t hurt any objects.

My objects’ voices are still as strong as ever and I don’t think I could comfortably suppress them. Maybe if I got the chance to go back in time and erase whatever caused me to develop object sentience. I don’t know whether it came pre-installed on my brain, I developed it from a brain injury, or if it’s a result of trauma. But it’s been too big a part of my life to get rid of now.

I’m not saying you’re wrong in suppressing your own object sentience. I understand your pain. How much living with object sentience can hurt. And I would never fault you for the choice you made to live a happy, healthy life. I’m so glad you’re doing better than when you were a child and I wish you all the best. Despite no longer being POSIC+, you are always welcome to ask us questions and participate in our community.

(Unrelated side note, your blog is so cool. Like, really so cool.)

does anyone else feel like maybe they were POSIC / platonically objectum at some point and then stopped? I’ve always been empathetic to objects and gotten attached to them easily and way stronger than other people, but I’ve learned to mostly suppress this. I intentionally don’t name or ascribe personalities to anything but my plushies anymore

it’s not that people made fun of me, it was just too painful. objects break and get lost. you have to get rid of things sometimes. I remember bonding with food as a child and being devastated when it rotted and had to be thrown away. it hurt too much to keep losing objects I cherished

I have a fidget toy I carry with me daily, but I force myself to stay as unattached as possible because I know it’ll break, wear out or be lost one day. I still feel very strongly about stuffed animals and have a much harder time getting rid of anything than most people, but I’ve restrained myself a lot when it comes to empathy for objects

has anyone else had an experience like this? I don’t really want to go back to how I was when I was younger though. I love my plushies, but outside of that, any kind of inanimate bond has been a source of pain for me

[ask-lab-rats]

OH GOD MY HEART BOW REUNITING WITH HER MOTHER AHJHODIANODSPIJNAWO

"Mama.... I don't feel good. Everything hurts...."

"I know, Sweetie, I know. You'll feel better soon. I promise."

TW: Death under cut

"I-it's.... cold."

"I'm.... ti..red........"

"........"

.....BEEEEEEEEP-

Ah! W-what is that noise??

"........

Time of death...?"

"NO!"