stuffed animals
When I was little, I would apologize to my stuffed animals if I dropped them or something, so they wouldn’t kill me in my sleep. I also tried to evenly divide my attention among them so no one got lonely or jealous, and tried to kill me in my sleep.
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Not to be too picky, but you’re not neurotic. You’re paranoid!
I did this when I was younger, not because i was paranoid that my stuffies would kill me. (They loved me)
but because i would feel bad if one “felt” left out. I would also make sure they were evenly spaced over my bed. No stuffed animal was to be left off the bed or without enough room to breath. This became quite the problem as my stuffed animal collection grew.
I, too, felt they would resent me (somehow). I was about 8-9 years old. Once, I was on my back holding a stuffed bear above my face and touching noses with it. My fingers slipped and the bear’s plastic nose tapped against my lips and teeth, which hurt! I suddenly conceived of this as being “bitten” by the resentful bear, and I quickly made him my “favorite” bear. I still have that bear. (I agree with another comment, which observed that this might be closer to a childhood paranoia than a neurosis.)
Whenever I would get a new stuffed animal I would feed it an imaginary pill so that it could have a psychic connection with me and all my other stuffed animals. I would also welcome the ones that were made in different countries to America.
totally normal.
same here
I still do this … at nearly 39 years old. I do it with my son’s cuddly toys. And I have a doll (this is freaky!) that I was given when I was 4 and it sleeps in my bed and each night I touch her hand to say goodnight so she doesnt get cross with me because for years she was stuffed in a black sack in the attic!
Pumagoo… that is EXACTLy what I did with my stuffed animals when I was little. Right down to leaving enough space to “breath” and I would feel terrible if any would fall off at night and had to spend the night all alone on the floor…
Whenever I’d buy a new stuffed animal, I sleep with it for a week until the others will accept it, and then I’ll sleep with a few more just to make sure that they’ll still feeling okay.
I always let them have the pillow too. If there are too many, I sleep with my head on the foot of the bed and give them my pillow. I still do this, even though I’m nearly 18.
oh my god I did this too.. I would put them on the floor near my bed and say i was sorry for stuffing them down there between the wall, so they wouldn’t kill me. This lasted for quite some time, I think it all started when my dad was flipping through the channels and “Childs play” came on for about 2 seconds, it scarred me for life and I thought my Teddy Ruxpin was going to kill me. Then after that for maybe 8 years or more I treated all my stuffed animals like they may kill me.
I used to have like a million stuffed animals, and i would have to tuck each and everyone of them in to my bed. and if any fell of the middle of the night i was incredibly sad.
the end.
I had to sleep with my large stuffed bear against my back so that no one could come in and stab me. But if he fell on the floor during the night, he would have to stay down there because he might have grown sharp teeth and would kill me if I brought him back into the bed. I didn’t sleep well on those nights. Now I have a husband and I’m not scared of being stabbed, but I still think I will be strangled with my bra if I leave it on the bed while I sleep.
I have a stuffed Dino and if I take him somewhere and leave him there alone, I must carry him around the rest of the day. The only place I can leave him is in my bed.
i did the exact same thing.
I did the exact same thing but with my dolls. I was convinced they were alive and if I didn’t treat them nicely they would kill me when my back was turned. They weren’t allowed in my room at night.
If it wasn’t my wife that posted this, then she will be glad to know she is not alone in the world. If it is, well…hi, honey!
This is why I am glad I had no toys as a kid. I would have been the exact same way.
Pumagoo, I totally agree.
I would even cry if i felt bad enough for the lack of attention one stuffed animal would get.
They have feelings too!:)
I was afraid of my toys, too! Only I had to make sure they couldn’t “see me.” Because, of course, if they could see me sleeping, they would certainly want to kill me horribly. This required shoving them under the bed, in the closet, or just turning them to face the walls. This went on until I was 12 or so. They still kind of freak me out. Especially the barbies…
i favored one bear. and i killed other bears to ensure the survival of the favored bear. im serious.
I did the same thing. I would line every side of my bed with all of my stuffed animals out of fear of hurting their feelings. When I would move around at night, many would fall off. I imagined that the ones that I’d find on the floor in the morning resented me for not being more considerate. I believed that it was only a matter of time before they would kill me in my sleep with the mass of sharp, needle-like fangs hidden inside of their plush heads. Sometimes I would stare deep into their little glassy eyes and apologize, all the more chilled by their apparent lack of mercy.
When I was seven I wrote out a complicated schedule that stated the time slot and location on the bed for all of my stuffed animals so none of them would run away because they thought i didn’t love them enough.
I still do this, in my 20’s. ;_;