I used to get anxiety from worrying about neglecting certain stuffed animals by picking favorites.
I was also always worried that they would be too sad when I left, so I ended up taking them everywhere with me. Family gatherings, church, friends houses. I got made fun of a lot, but it was a small price to pay to ensure my stuffed animals were happy.
To this day, I always make sure they’re comfortable and sitting up where they can see so they don’t get too bored, because part of me is still convinced that they’re real; they’re just not allowed to talk or move with people around. It’s against stuffed animal rules, and I respect that.
TMI: I am a grown woman (techinically) and I still cuddle 1-3 stuffed animals most nights, depending on my level of neediness. Michael doesn’t mind, but that’s probably just because he’s the sweetest person in the world. <3