Posted by Shortelise on December 9, 2004, at 0:53:31
In reply to just wanted to share, posted by lifeworthliving on December 9, 2004, at 0:35:13
My husband sleeps with a stuffed animal. And I mean he sleeps with it tucked up to him, clutched in his arm the way a small child might. He's 50 years old, a respectable, mature, responsible man with a good job, very nice house, lovely wife (ahem), and two cats. He is so attached to this stuffed animal that I bought another just the same for when this one wears out. This started about four years ago when I got it for a friend's newborn, and we got so attacehd to it that we coulnd't give it up - I had to get her a different one. Then my husband found a lot of comfort from it, remembering when his mother took all of his stuffed animals away saying he was too old.
He's a big, very masculine guy, wears a beard and drives a truck.
He would die of embarrassment if his friends knew. But he won't go to bed without it. He loves it.
My psychiatrist thinks it lovely. He really likes him for having this stuffed pet.
Maybe we all have sides that we keep to ourselves. My husband's is this tenderness for the child part of himself and he finds comfort in his own way. Mine is my own, and yours, well, is your own.
I'm glad you have a safe place to deal with your grief.
ShortE
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