Do you still sleep with a teddy bear/stuffed animal?

[A/H 81]

Kewl! I'm 28 now, but I still love that darned dolphin. XD

 

Awww, that's cute. ^^ Nice size too.

When I am at home, I like to put it in my Hijab and wear it like its a hat. 

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,165]

When I am at home, I like to put it in my Hijab and wear it like its a hat. 

 

Awwww, that sounds adorable! <3 I usually liked to put my dolphin on my head. He seemed to fit up there quite well, haha.

[A/H 81]

Awwww, that sounds adorable! <3 I usually liked to put my dolphin on my head. He seemed to fit up there quite well, haha.

Yea! Its really comforting! 

 

I am also noticing that this is the most I have spoken on this site at one time... I guess I am shy... Hehe...

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,165]

Yea! Its really comforting! 

 

I am also noticing that this is the most I have spoken on this site at one time... I guess I am shy... Hehe...

 

Oh, I bet. Nice to have a soft, furry companion close like that sometimes. ^^

 

And that's quite all right! I can relate in that case when I first came here, but I've opened up a bit.

[Virgil 686]

My older brother may or may not have been tempted to post a photo of me on Facebook, possibly, snuggling with a Flutters Plush made by Aurora .

[A/H 81]

Oh, I bet. Nice to have a soft, furry companion close like that sometimes. ^^

 

And that's quite all right! I can relate in that case when I first came here, but I've opened up a bit.

Thank you. I am just not really too outgoing.

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,165]

Thank you. I am just not really too outgoing.

 

No problem. I'm not very outgoing either. XD

 

And we might want to take this to PM so we don't derail the thread anymore.

[Dattebayo 2,850]

Narp. I am a grown-a$$ man.

I may watch a show about candy colored horses who learn the magic of friendship, but stuffed animals and sh*t is to far for me.

Edited September 5, 2014 by Dattebayo

[Snow Frostflame 3,571]

I use to sleep with a stuffed animal of a dog until I reached 8th grade because my mother sold it

[mars 4,863]

I have a stuffed collie named Lassie whom I've had since I was like, eight. I also have a pillow chum (a knockoff pillow pet) named Ezio, who is a zebra. His full name is Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

 

He looks like this:

 

 

[Miles 2,514]

*Sigh*

 

I would be.  I would still be sleeping with them.  If not for my mom having told me, when I was in 8th grade, that I was "too old for that" and she told me to stop.  She said "you'll be made fun of if people find out."  Yeah, Yeah, whatever, mom.  But, I listened to her, and quit.

I used to sleep with 2 things.  The original was my Blanky.  It was my soft, blue... friend.  I've had it since I was a baby.  I slept with it, yes, all the way from being a baby until eighth grade (age ~14).  Lol, I hated it when mom would wash it.  I know now how gross that is, to have not wanted it washed, but a child will be a child, and that child was me.  Still is me.  I'm still just a kid.  Even though I'll be 20 in like half a month, I'm still just a kid at heart.
 

The other thing was something I got when I was 5.  It was Plato - Goofy's dog, y'know?  Pairing Plato with Blanky, like I said, I slept with them 'til I was in 8th grade.  

Heh, I can just hear my cute child[self]'s voice... "Plato and Blanky, I love you."

 

In all honesty, there were times in high school, when I was feeling down, I would open up my chest, grab my Plato and Blanky, hug them and cry.
In all honesty, I could use them right now.  But they're at home... and I'm in my dorm, at college, an hour and a half away from... home.

 

*wipes a few tears away*

 

Oh, how I miss it.  How I miss innocence... being a child... 
That child still resides in me, in my heart, in my soul...
But it's been covered with blood, sweat, and tears over the years [metaphorically the blood, literally the sweat and tears]...
And now I long for myself, the me that I was... the old me...
God bless it... I'll be 20 in half a month, but I still feel my child[self], crying out inside me.
It's just not the same anymore... being an adult... well, a child grown older literally, but a child the same internally...

 

I wish I could just teleport to my room, and open that gosh darn chest up, grab my Plato and Blanky right now...
Introversion let me enjoy being alone then, but the loneliness I feel now is not literal.  My roommate is 6 feet from me.  But I'm still alone on the inside.  I feel like ... the opposite of Deja Vu ... I feel like ... the time just skipped ... The CD of Life skipped from song 6 to song 19, soon 20 ...
Where did it all go?  Where ... did all that time go ... ? ... I'm just so... scared... so... overwhelmed with everything.  

I can remember riding my bike to my friend Kaity's house when I was in 3rd grade, and it seriously feels like it was just last week I was doing that.  Swinging on her swingset with her.  Talking about ... anything... anything at all.  Enjoying the blissful radiance inside me, because I'd always had a huge crush on her, and merely being within eyesight of her made me feel sevenfold the happier... made me forget everything, because nothing else mattered.  And it didn't - then - but now I can barely feel a fraction of the bliss I could feel; this child that is me, inside a body that has been for almost 20 years now, that still feels the same deep down, but that is overwhelmed with this feeling of having to focus on everything else.
I want to feel again, that feeling I used to be able to feel, that feeling that invigorated my spirit with such a substantial bliss... with ... love.
I want it so bad.  I want to wipe this new world away, and see through those young eyes again... and see, and feel, and imagine anything.

I had an imaginary friend.  That I still try, but fail, fail to feel its realness anymore.  I .. had... believe it or not; Casper.  Casper, the friendly ghost.  I told him things I wouldn't tell anyone else.  I could've told mom, but it wouldn't 'ave been the same.  It wouldn't have allowed my imagination to flow into the near infinite.  I used to have, such an amazing... amazing world... my imagination.  But I can't even try anymore without subconscious interference from the overwhelming things in this age I have become. 

 

Plato and Blanky were my inner security.  I know for many their [things they slept with] were for [mental] "outer" security... but mine was not for outer security.  It was my inner security.  A part... of me... a part of me.  They were, a part of me.  Allowing my emotion center to be able to feel - to be able to feel that special feeling - that feeling of inner peacefulness, love, security... And now I feel bare, without them.  That feeling of something missing never... NEVER... left - once I had to put that part of me, away, in that chest.  And so, the feeling of being alone that I have, is not in terms of the outer world.  It is in terms of my inner me.  The part of me, stowed away.  In that chest.  And I doubt I'll ever stop having that feeling of having a part of myself missing, as I lay myself to bed at night.  The feeling of being alone I feel is from the inside.  The feeling is like ... I'm alone - away - from myself.  

 

But, I'm not depressed.  I never will be.  I mean, I can tell you, with the uber and utmost full sincerity, I am incapable of being depressed.  Depression is a never ending downward slope.  No, I don't have that.  I just have sadness that falls on a plateau.  Never too far from neutral.  The me you'd see today, is what you'd say is a content person.  Because quite honestly, the feeling I have in the daytime is almost always content-ness.  But the me you won't see, at night, on the inside... sad.  I know where I stand [metaphorically, in terms of emotion]; and I know myself, I know me.  But, what I want, is the me that was, not the me that is.  As you watch the moon at night as a passenger of a vehicle, it seems to follow you.  It seems not to move away, not to move from, but, to move alongside - with you.  When I try to pull the me that was into the me that is, the same concept applies.  It's right there.  But you can't reach it.  And though it seems to not actually be moving away, it actually is moving away, as the Earth turns on it's axis through the night, carrying away the sky above, from dusk to dawn, and day to night.  I can't reach myself, and though it feels like the me that was is striding alongside me at a distance, unreachable nonetheless... it is actually being pulled away from me every second.  Because every second you grow older, every second passed is a second further away from what was, from the me I was, the me I so, so, so... wish to grab hold of, and keep inside my heart and soul, forever and ever... but I can't.  And it hurts.  *turns head away from roommate so that the tears remain unseen*  All I want is not something on the outside.  I do not feel any different whether or not someone is here in this room with me or not.  All I want is something on the inside to stop moving further away from me every second.  All I want is to be the same.  To be the same.  The same self that I used to be, without all this extra stuff, without all of what came after what I once was.  And, being an hour and a half away from home, unable to open that chest to at least allow a glimpse of it to become a part of me again, just ... gives my inner me a cold, sore, half-emptiness.  And yet, when those tears are not on my face, no one would even ... know.  I'm the most honest person a fellow could meet, but that one hypocritical problem still exists, that I mask away my inner feelings with an outer face that seems sincerely content.  

I must give my truly, from the true inner me, apologies, if this seemingly hijacked the thread's subject.  For, I did not mean this to occur.  But, it just flowed out of me.  I guess my inner me wanted someone to know the real truth.  So, again, I really am sorry for the ranting and irrelevancies, but it's something I needed to do, and in doing so does kind of give a half-pint of relief, for at least now, for once, I actually wore my heart upon my fingertips.

 

I love you all, for I have found a place to let my sincerity shine without shame, albeit that the sincerity is sadness, I am not ashamed.  
Somewhat of a conversion, in that, here, I can be myself, and thus, find more of the part of me lost in the echo; dear to me, you all are, as is this fandom.

We can all be each other's confidants.  And I am, in part, given the ability to truly have a smile right now, because of that.

~ Miles

[The Leafeon Pinkeh 3,603]

I have about 10 stuffed animals next to my head, but I don't hold them while sleeping or anything d: I just like to have my Pokemon plushies and stuff there for comfort or whatever.

I do hug a pillow when I sleep, I have to be hugging something since its uncomfortable to keep my arms by my side ><

I've never slept with a stuffed animal, I've always just kept them near me.

[碇 シンジン 27,442]

I would sleep with ponies if I had them

[Chuckles4lyfe 442]

I'm 20 years old and still sleep with a bunch of stuffed animals!

 

I have loads of plushies ranging from ponies, to pokemon, to Sega & Nintendo characters, to random animals you name it.

 

I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. I've been sleeping with them since I was a little kid and still continue to do so to this day  . 

[Khaoios 1,970]

I sleep with my plush Umbreon my ex-gf got me, (that's b/c i got her Espeon).  However, if only i had a Spitfire plushie........then yeah, that would be better, lol. 

[iceestarz 5,790]

Lol, duh.

 

I have a full size bed. Literally I sleep on half of it and the other half is taken over by my plushies.

 

I have a Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie Build A Bear. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie funrise plushies. A Fluttershy Aurora plush. A Twilight Sparkle mini Aurora plush. A Beagle Build A Bear named Puddles. A Knuckles the Echidna plush. A soft brown bear plushie. A dollar store purple pterodactyl. A Christmas Sock Monkey that I bought a couple years back with my best friend, we got matching ones.

 

Yup. I sleep with every single one.

 

I have no idea what I'm gonna do when I leave for college next year. I don't wanna bring every plushie I have but I'm not sure which one I'll bring... -_-

[I love Jelly Otter 477]

I sleep with Jelly for 11.5 years already...

[ARagY 1,153]

I sleep with both my Rainbow Dash plush and my Teddy Bear.. I don't know why, I just got attached and never un-attached I guess

[DJShy 976]

I sleep with my Fluttershy plushie I got on eBay for $30.

 

Sometimes I cannot sleep unless I cuddle with her.

[11th Doctor Whooves 794]

I do sometimes.  I have a lot of Chipmunk plushes, and I do enjoy cuddling with them

[None 190]

I got this tiger from my grandfather, when I was four and I still sleep with it.

 

Granted, I don't cuddle with it, it's just sitting on the other side of my bed.

[Ruddboy Olaf 10,629]

I sleep with 2 of my stuffed animals,but I don't cuddle them.

 

I let them cuddle each other.

 

One's a mood monkey and the other is a crow.

[Zekromic 1,054]

"still sleep"? Can't say I do, I've picked that habit recently, and I don't exactly sleep with my Flutty Plushy, I only cuddle a little before putting her away and sleep. Can't afford the risk of harming her, not like I can go to the US everytime to buy another one

[Magical Anarchy 177]

Yep. I sleep wih Freddy the bear...POPPING UP AND SCARING THE GODDAMN SHIT OUT OF ME.

[Misty Rose 3,217]

I'm not afraid to admit I sleep with my Pinkie Pie plushie, and with a bunny plushie that my mom really loved I still have alot of the stuffed animals I've collected over the years, and I'm not getting rid of them anytime soon They have too many memories attached to them, especially ones with my mom