'Don't Touch Me On My Studio"

You know that feeling of having to wear someone else's clothes or cologne when you unexpectedly slept over at their place?
This is the feeling I recently experienced when I had to handle someone elses' camera. It has happened before that it feels foreign at first to takeover a shoot with a camera that is not yours, but it had never happened with the state of mind I have been in recently. I am doing my masters in Photography and I am trying to look at safe space in which to bring the love for learning and teaching back in to photography in higher education.
So I picked up a camera that was not mine and I couldn't hold it they way I would hold mine, I didn't know where anything was for a few seconds, and my confidence just slipped away. Maybe it was the fact that I had not been practicing for a while, but that couldn't be it because I teach what I love, to learn to become like skin to me, so it wasn't that. I suddenly had a crazy thought, what if this was a real eye that belonged to someone else? Had the photographer and owner of that camera made such a spiritual bond that it became a part of him? This is what made me feel like I was invading the space  between his camera and him. Was the camera a jealous female (the hostility towards me was intense) Or was I just imaging things? I spoke to a photographer recently that has given his favorite camera a name, he calls her Monica. Could it be that the never spoken about belief, that the things we acquire take on a part of who we are? So do we have to get permission from the camera as well as the owner in order to use it? I ask because although the owner didn't mind me exploring his camera, I am sure I heard the camera say: "Don't touch me on my studio" please do share with me what you feel about this.