- Joined
- Mar 15, 2019
You still have them. Your stuffed animals from when you were little, who kept you company and made you feel safe as a small child in a big world. Maybe you occasionally buy new ones to add to your collection. Or maybe you threw them all in the dumpster for the raccoons to tear apart like a fucking sociopath. Tell us about them!
My nearest and dearest stuffed friend is a Build-A-Bear poodle, creatively named Poodle. She looks pretty raggedy nowadays after my cunty dachshund ripped one of her eyes and a bunch of her stuffing out, but she’s all stitched up and her heart (for those of you who don’t know Build-A-Bear used to let you make a wish on a small fabric heart and insert it into the doll before it got stuffed) is still in tact. Ngl she’s kind of an eyesore so I tend to keep her buried under my mountain of other plushies but whenever I feel inconsolably anxious, hugging her makes me feel miles better.
I also have a bunch of cartoon-related plushies that I won in crane games while I was on study abroad. It was a pain shipping them home but by golly they made it and now they’re living it up in style.
The most recent one is a stuffed crab that I got for Christmas since I’ve been coaching swim, and one of my favorite sea creatures is crabs (even though they don’t swim per se.) His name is Crab. As I spend more time thinking about it, I’m starting to realize that I’m not great with naming stuffed animals.
Go ahead, share your stuffed family here. Or rate me autistic and turn your back on the only friends who have never left you.
My nearest and dearest stuffed friend is a Build-A-Bear poodle, creatively named Poodle. She looks pretty raggedy nowadays after my cunty dachshund ripped one of her eyes and a bunch of her stuffing out, but she’s all stitched up and her heart (for those of you who don’t know Build-A-Bear used to let you make a wish on a small fabric heart and insert it into the doll before it got stuffed) is still in tact. Ngl she’s kind of an eyesore so I tend to keep her buried under my mountain of other plushies but whenever I feel inconsolably anxious, hugging her makes me feel miles better.
I also have a bunch of cartoon-related plushies that I won in crane games while I was on study abroad. It was a pain shipping them home but by golly they made it and now they’re living it up in style.
The most recent one is a stuffed crab that I got for Christmas since I’ve been coaching swim, and one of my favorite sea creatures is crabs (even though they don’t swim per se.) His name is Crab. As I spend more time thinking about it, I’m starting to realize that I’m not great with naming stuffed animals.
Go ahead, share your stuffed family here. Or rate me autistic and turn your back on the only friends who have never left you.