toys feel pain
Even though I KNOW stuffed toys are just pieces of fabric, I can’t bear it if I see one all squashed or if I see anyone messing around with one, i.e. squashing it, throwing it around, letting pets maul it, etc., because I can’t stop thinking the toy is in pain!
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I’m afraid that they can’t breathe if I squeeze them too tightly at night when I am going to bed, or if they’re wrapped up under the covers
When I was a kid I’d make a point of playing with all of my toys, since I thought that if I left one out of the game, they would feel sad and rejected.
I’d have a wagon to carry all of them, and it was so time consuming getting them all ready to go out and play XD
They don’t speak to us this is problem.
I feel the same as expressed here and I’m passing it on to my kids.
you people make me feel sane…
I cried when my dog got ahold of my favorite bear and chewed her ear off. I called my mom at work to tell her that the dog had eaten my bear. I felt like my bear had been in a major accident, almost as if she’d been murdered by my dog.
Watch the movie – Toy Story 2
i used to think that too but it was pretty much all inanimate objects. i would feel bad for them.
Ditto what Merci said. When I was a kid I’d take turns sleeping with each of them so none would feel left out. They’re all still there, all 100+ of them, at my parent’s house. When I go home for a visit I always greet them. When I leave, I arrange my three favorites on my bed and open the blinds so they can look out the window. I have my old blanket in a pillowcase because it’s too tattered to be on its own. I open the pillowcase a little so she can look out too.
I would sit all of my toys on the shelf with their arms around each other so no one would feel alone. I was scared to sleep with my favorite mouse for fear of finding him on the ground, or face down in the morning. I would also dress my cabbage patch kids appropriately for the seasons.
I feel the same way. I hate Build A Bear! I think they are hurting those stuffed animals. I hate seeing people walk around with their new animal in the box. I just want to run by and set them free.
As a child, I would place all my animals in bed first and then get in with them. I wanted to make sure they were alright and tucked in. It drove my mom nuts. My sons both treat stuffed animals with respect. My youngest 14 sleeps with his bunnies just like I did. The strange thing is I never put him to bed with all his stuffed animals. He just started doing it himself. He told me he didn’t think it was fair to sleep with only one.
I still have my very first bear. He is 40!
My heart bleeds when I see stuffed animals on shelves in the supermarket. Sometimes, I stroke them without (I hope) anybody noticing, wishing them to be bought by a loving (or neurotic) child soon. I also try to soothe their pain when they see one of their companion bought instead of them.
Maybe one day inanimate objects will take over, and all of us will be safe…
I can’t stand to see toys mistreated – I bought a stress-toy in Rome recently, he’s a pink round bunny that’s very squishable – you’re actually supposed to squeeze him to relieve stress in your fingers. But any time anyone tries to actually squeeze him I have to fight them to get him back and then gently shape him into his natural round shape, and pet him for a bit until I decide he’s got over the horror of being squeezed…….
I was terrified to store my plushies in the closet, lest the suffocate in a box. I had to arange them so each could breathe.
As a child, whenever I got dressed I would peak back at my toys with the creepy feeling that they were watching me.
Hehe bear, nice pun
Now this is one that I really did think was normal – I’ve always been very worried about my toys getting hurt. And once, I lived in a house where there was a street lamp outside my bedroom window. I used to have to hide all my teddies in case burglars came in to steal them, because the light made the room so bright.
I thought maybe I was nuts because I did this, but one day (when I was 18 or so) my mom tried to throw one of my teddy bears in the trash. She sat there and stared at it there and decided it just looked too sad like it was crying. She took it out and still has it to this day. (I’m now 28) She still swears that it “knows” and she just can’t bring herself to abandon it.