A major part of my life now as an older adult with the lifelong developmental disabilities of Autism and Cerebral Palsy since permanently retiring on disability, is that my profoundly intense "attachment" to "comforter objects and toys" that I had in childhood returned even stronger in adulthood after age 30. The tactile feel of my soft plush cuddle friends when I touch and hug them very tightly really calms me down, especially if I have had a toddler-like autistic temper-tantrum "meltdown", related to "cognitive/emotional overload". As an Autistic, I am intensely hypersensitive fixated upon sounds and movements in my environment, as if I am a herbivore prey animal. When I am in full infantile "regression", I fixate upon only my immediate environment as I lie in my bed between my side-safety rails. I do have many infant teethers/rattles, which have bright colors and patterns, which have intensely fascinating sounds, and also "movement".
With respect to my Baby Toys and Plush Cuddle Friends, I simply can not ever "get rid of them", because my having them "keeps me grounded" cognitively/emotionally, and are totally integrated in how as an Autistic I am able to "interface/interact" with the world around me. Wherever I go, even away from home, I always carry a little plush Beanie Baby, "Rainbow Dash" from "My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic" in one of my pockets to touch to help me "feel safe", even in "familiar places", like at church and going to the Market Basket Supermarket, and to the Doctor's Office to see my Primary Care Physician and to my Mental Health Care Provider's Office. I truly need my little "Rainbow Dash" Beanie Baby "friend" with me or I can not "feel safe" anywhere outside of home.
When it comes to "Comforter Objects and Toys", the older I have gotten as an Autistic developmentally disabled person, the need for having and playing with plush cuddle friends, baby rattles/teethers, and other toys "simply never went away". Instead, as I have aged, and aspects of my cognitive/emotional functioning has declined to being at a "lower level", my "need for the simplicity of childhood play", and having comforter objects and toys has "fused" into who I am as a disabled person.
If others in the outside world have a problem with seeing me, an Autistic adult with Cerebral Palsy mutely standing in a store or wherever clutching my little "Rainbow Dash" plush comforter object, it is "their problem, not mine". If they ask, I simply pull out my "Autistic Person Interaction Explanation Card" I carry in my wallet at all times, which is a "legitimate" means of explaining about me and how to interact with me as a person with Autism who is living in the community.