Oh man, and I thought I was the only one who was doing this. I've got a camel ... yes a camel. I bought it before going to university as I was going to move away. I was having a hard time thinking that I would leave my kids - youngest was going to be 18 ... ok I know. anyways, when I saw this camel stuffed toy I thought right away, man this camel will help me go through what I have to go through. After University was finished and I had finally moved to an appartment in a more permanent way, I put him in a box, forgot about him until I got this ptsd. the only thing I have a problem with now is that my grandchildren really like him, one of them even kidnapped my camel for a couple of days. It took my daughter and me time to figure out where he hid my camel. I call him "Chameau" that's camel in french. I really need Chameau, and he was really a help during the night as that was really my terror moments for so many years.