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Poll Do You Use Stuff Toys / Animals For Comfort?

Do You Use Stuffed Animals/Toys For Comfort?


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You know something being a man I am not supposed to admit things like this. But I am 6 ft 4 inches tall 280lbs and I have a teddy bear that I named teddy also. He has been with me ever since I can remember. He used to be the push button type that would repeat what you said but he broke after the first year I had him. I have cried on him more times than I can remember. He went on family trips with me as a child and even went to Texas with me after I came home from the army. He rode in the passenger seat buckled in. Since I have children now I have given my teddy bear to my oldest daughter who now snuggles with him. I have my wife or my dog. I snuggle with them but if they are not available I cuddle with a huge bear I bought for my daughters at first but has since become mine.
 
I have always had stuffed toys to help me sleep growing up. I collected them before I got married, after the marriage I had something real to hug and he hugged me back. I sufferred a trauma. I couldn't sleep. My husband sufferred. Near Christmas this year he bought me a Teddy Bear, "Punky". "Punky" keeps me safe when I'm scared or alone and he helps me to sleep.
 
...um.....I'm about to make myself look even crazier, but - I have a stuffed unicorn my friend gave me as part of a ton of comfort gifts after my accident. I love this thing and it's become our "pet." One night, we were being particularly silly and took it on a "walk" with a leash. Seriously, it makes me laugh so hard I pee my pants.
 
I have a floppy stuffed dog that was given to me by my partner's cousin a couple of years ago. I named him DeeOgee and he's been my constant companion when I'm at home and my sleeping aid.
 
I have slept with my teddy Esmerelda, who I hand sewed into creation myself, since about 8 years ago. I made her after I was sexually assaulted and she provided me with lots of comfort and hugs when no one else was there. I also have a giant raggedy anne doll from when I was a girl, who I have stored away.

I don't really hug her much, although the last time I did, I felt a healing took place, even though she had been taken and had stuff sewn on her without my permission by this woman I lived with who was very ill mentally, and had no sense of boundaries (except when it was her stuff being touched;)).

She sewed an image of a butterfly on her chest, and did her hair and also sewed a piece of beige material over the dolls nose? It was kinda creepy actually. All without asking me. She looked good...but still...it was a violation of sorts.
 
I had a white teddy bear with brown and white gingham overalls. It stayed with me until I was about 22. I don't rememer where he went. My mother made me a crochetted doll that looked like me with brown hair, brown eyes, and my favorite color clothing (purple) and a heart shaped button for the mouth. I still have her but she is in a guest room now.
 
I have a lot of stuffed toys that used to sit on the bed with me. That all had to change when my cat decided we needed to share the bed! Needless to say he gets most and I get shoved over, but he's great for cuddling and listening to his purr really calms me down. I've also recently bought 6 guniea pigs and the time I spend with them means I'm not sitting wallowing in my own thoughts - it also gives me something to focus on as I need to get out of bed to put them out in the garden in the mornings and if I wallow in bed all day, the smell of their cage really gets to me, so getting up and out of bed really helps because I can clear out their run!
 
Um. Mousey. My mother made him for me for Christmas when I was 8, I think. He's a large red mouse wearing a knitted sock with holes cut out for a sweater with pasted felt eyes and has been re-sewn so many times I don't know how how much of him is original anymore. He's stuffed with Mom's old nylon stockings-not panyhose, the real old stockings you used to hold up with garters- they used to come packaged flat in a box, between tissue paper if anyone else is old enough to remember. I pretend he's just the right size and squishy enough to support my neck where the disc was bad and now is healing but of course the truth is he's just there because he always is. Pretty sure I'm not fooling my husband.
 
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