Growing up I always felt that there was something wrong with me. Whenever any physical object became damaged or broken I would hurt and feel sad or angry and then judge myself thinking that perhaps I was societies idea of "nuts" or "crazy" so I mostly just kept to myslef. This is one of the main reasons I avoided sharing any of my material belongings; I always felt that others didn't respect items - not because they were mine or not because they were not thiers, but because t