I have to leave soon so this is brief, and I was only able to scan the comments… hope I’m not repeating anything. To me, it’s hard. Once out of high school I put my leatherman on my keychain, I use it daily for various things.
I remember my mom had a swiss army knife, one my father had had since he was a boy, but had since given my mom. We were going through security, and at the end of it they pulled her keys out and told her she had to mail it or let it go. Both my parents felt the time and money would be better spent elsewhere, so they let it go. Still makes me sad.
My sister and I had crochet projects when we were kids, and so we had dinky little scissors in our kits. The security pulled my sister’s bag out to search, went through it, and took her scissors. I was so mad I pulled mine out of my bag and demanded (at the age of 7 so I got away with it) “why not mine too?” The security guard showed me how my sister’s scissor’s tips were pointed but mine had round tips; my dad had to pull me back after that, because I then started demonstrating how well mine cut even with their round tips…
Of course you survive through not having the object(s). For me, though, it’s hard because of more than just not having something to snip a snagged nail or thread from a t-shirt, etc… (although that is inconvenient.) It hurts to have my things taken away from me, it hurts to not be able to have everyday items with me, because someone at some point decided to be ugly and use them as weapons. It makes me sad, because I start thinking about all that ugliness, and how much society adapts to it, and how much of that adaptation is lack of trust…