my mother left when I was 4 and I couldn't be consoled. My dad remarried and my step mother was verbally violent towards me, she was jealous of my dads love for me. I was refused access to my mother who went on to remarry and have other children.
At bedtime, when I was about eight years old I saw two bits of fluff on the floor beside the fireplace, they were about a couple of feet apart. I couldn't sleep that night until I went down and put them together. I was afraid they'd be lonely.
I am now in my forties and still feel the need to keep things together. I cant throw a tin out without its lid going beside it in the rubbish bag. I cant eat a sweet if there is going to be one left in the bag, as I dont want it to be lonely. I cant bear to leave cutlery all alone, I try to put them with other cutlery the same. So they wont be lonely.
Is there anyone else that has this disorder? What is it called.