I was given a small fixed-blade knife for my fourth birthday. That would have been 1950. It was pot-metal with a fake plastic stag handle and a compass inset, made in Japan when that was a synonym for junk. But it had a sharp point and somewhat of an edge. I still have it. Whenever I could scrape together a few dollars, it usually went for a cheap hardware store bowie which I usually destroyed throwing at the Mulberry trees in our yard. I killed a lot of cheap knives and two large Mulberries. My dad, who understood kids, would make me steel spearheads at the shop of the coton mill where he worked.
I can't remember ever not having a knife in my pocket. If a high school teacher asked if you had a knife, it meant that they had left theirs at home and needed to cut something. They handed it back to you when they were finished. In the rural school I attended, a boy who didn't carry a knife was considered a little "odd".
When my daughter suffered permanent brain injury in a hit and run, and I had to care for her constantly for several years, my beloved outdoor activities were out of the question. Fortunately I had by then acquired a couple of Busses, and discovered Bladeforums and the Busse subforum. These great people, and the collection of Busses I began acquiring, sustained me through several trying years. My wife recognized this for the outlet it provided to me and was very supportive of it.
I now am closing in on 100 Busses and a dozen or so other premium knives, and have zero regret about the money and time put into them. About ten are designated users and the rest purely collectors. Some people collcet Busses for profit. If the bottom of the Bussse secondary market fell completely out tomorrow, I would still have some fantastic knives and would not be upset.
All of this is to say that I have a deep emotional tie to knives. They have been a lifelong fascination for me, and not one negative thing has come out of it that I know of. To me, it is not an affliction of concern, but a source of pleasure.