#comfort objects

[cutiepieautistic]

Here's most of(but not all of) the stuff that I always carry with me(in one of my backpacks,or a basket) not featured: my vintage weighted koala build a bear affectionately named Mr. cuddles,and my vintage weighted German Shepard named Mr. chumby.

Let me know if you have any questions about these! I'd be delighted to answer any of your inquiries!

[icy-saturday]

They’re all beautiful, beyond my affordability, but beautiful 🥺👉👈

(I REALLY WANT THE ROSE GOLD CLEAVER I REALLLLY REALLY WANT HER)

(AND THAT MOMMA KNIFE WITH HER BABIES SHE LOOKS SO CUTE AAAAAAAA IM GONNA EXPLODEEEE)

and then Silver Spoon just bound to his piece of cardboard :P lol he silly

I WANT THEM ALL GIMME GIMME GIMME

[bambini-della-luna]

I just think they're neat! (Even if Grimby does insist on collecting every speck of lint..need to make him some dust bunny friends!)

[ailelie]

Weirdly, I don't remember ever seeing stuffed animals as comfort objects. I mean, I had stuffed animals (yay, pandas!), but my approach toward them was more one of responsibility? These are my stuffed toys and it is my responsibility to take care of them. I didn't play with or cuddle them too much because I wanted their fur to remain soft looking. I was also given custody of my mother's stuffed rabbit from when she was little and I found the one bit of fur that was still smooth (between the ears) and would pet it to make sure it remained that way.

(My comfort items were always books. When I was overseas and feeling lonely, I would go to the bookstore and just walk around. Being unable to read the books didn't matter. Being surrounded by books did).

[nataliescomfortobjects]

I've learned recently through much pain and introspection that self-love doesn't have to involve denying or metering that love out to others.

I was always taught to consider others before myself, to be selfless and giving. That there is a finite amount of love within me, that I must budget it, and to direct it inward is a narcissistic and selfish waste. I was taught that god's plan for me was to flay myself at the feet of the less fortunate.

I now feel that this methodology is more toxic, shameful and counterproductive than anything else.

I want to focus on myself and become a model of healing for others who struggle. I want to love myself through my care for others. I want to care for others because I am able to take care for myself.

I want to shower myself in so much love that it spills over into the cup of everyone around me.

[bugkrumch]

[kollector-of-stims]

Tonight has been a great Saturday night and I wanna spread the happy cozy vibes!!

I got new friends today!⤵️

Here they all are, revealed!⤵️

My husband pointed out that the cats look like the autism creature and now I cant unsee it-⤵️

Then when we got home I decided to take a bath, something I rarely do, to calm down!

After a year or so, this little duckling I had won from a small crane game finally went into its habitat of bath tub:⤵️

AND DIDN'T EVEN FLOAT-⤵️

But it was fun regardless, and after I got clean, my husband(/caregiver? He didn't specifically act like a caring figure besides a husband but he still helps take care of me and is a sweetheart) made delish food for both of us! He surprised me with sides!⤵️

Then after dinner, we changed our bedding out for clean bedding, and I took a picture of all my (most bed-top-able) plushies! (Forgot like...2 tiny ones but its ok)⤵️

Bonus: cat surrounded by plushies:⤵️

And now, after a long productive day, a nice bath, a good meal, and a fresh bed, my sleeping spot is ready and I have everything I need at my side when I sleep~🌟⤵️

Now, I wish everyone a cozy night/productive day/lazy comfort day/whatever you want really! Just want to wish you happy vibes and a nice atmosphere! May you get the positivity and comfort you need to stay happy and healthy, everyone!👋

No dni banner yet but sfw interactions only please.

[quipadeedoodaa]

A veritable mountain of them tbh, but my oldest are:

Raichu, he's 23(?) years old and Simba, he's almost 30 😊I've also got my hand-me-down baby blankets that were made before I was born. haha I don't let comfort objects go 😅

If yes or used to please say in the tags whats it's name,what animal it is and how old it is"

[falloutnewnobody]

donating my heavily annotated copy of house of leaves to the local library so that the person reading it gets a 5th layer of narrative to be confused by

[cutiepieautistic]

Speaking of stim toys,here's a few newer things I use to survive the day/cope with reality.

Weighted cat is a warm pal plushie

Ear defenders were bought in person

Chew stixx is from the sensory university

Tangle palm classic is from Amazon

The sensory bottle on the left I made myself,and put cutesy stickers on the back

The rat plushie is from citrine mouse

The smaller sensory bottle is from thecalmmom

The weighted lizard is from the sensory shoppe

[neuroticboyfriend]

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

[serenity-bitty]

I absolutely LOVE that you're doing this. My own comfort plushie is actually a ty beanie baby (though a Very Old Version haha ^^;) which makes things a lot easier to find. I wanna get Brownie a matching friend some day... I've had some leads at least, but I can't imagine how rough it must be finding the people who made your BoHuggy boi!! I really hope you find him someday!!

For years I have been trying to find and contact the people who originally made Bohug and friends. I may have finally made some progress today! Here is the journey:

Bohug, the bear from the “My Best Friend” thermal plush line, was made by the Prestige Toy Corp. and distributed by Carter’s in the mid to late 90’s. I received Bohug when I was born in 1999. I started by contacting Carter’s, who only have information about items 2 years old or younger. Dead end Number 1.

Looking up “Prestige Toy Corp.” gets us eBay listings for toys they made, various pages with mismatched addresses, and a page on the Giggle Guide with a dead phone number. Dead end Number 2.

Finally, I found an article on a blog specifically all about toys that said that Rashti and Rashti acquired Prestige Toy Corp. in 2015, and they actually have an active site and phone number!!! I called said phone number and explained my situation and inquiries, and even the person on the other line said it looked like there is little to no record of the company. They will get back to me by the end of the day with any new findings.

Not only do I want to get in contact with them to discuss image and likeness rights, but just to thank them for making My Best Friend. My life has always had Bohug in it, and for that I wish to extend my gratitude to the people who made him. The ultimate dream is to meet the person or the team that designed him. To speak with the people who made the one thing that has been a constant in my entire life. I hope, and even pray in the rare occasion, that the stars align for that to happen!

Thank you for reading this far! If I get any updates I will let you all know.

[kinz2007]

Them: simplify packing for the trip by only taking things that are necessary

Me: say no more

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[nataliescomfortobjects]

[insteading]

I'm not the source of this reading, and I don't remember who is, but I absolutely buy the idea that the petrified orange has the same heartfelt resonance for Stede that the red silk had for Ed. Stede sees that object both as a record of a very good day in St. Augustine and as an embodiment of his hopes for a future with the man who helped him find it. (I mean, when he is in Barbados and thinks he might try to stay, he sets it at the other end of the table and addresses it as if it were Ed.)

I'm Not Okay, Okay?

Thinking about Stede and the petrified orange treasure he's so proud of finding.

Thinking about Stede being awakened by Chauncey and marched into the woods, in only his nightshirt (it must have a pocket).

Thinking about Stede even having the orange to show off to his family later.

Conclusion: Stede Bonnet sleeps with the orange. The orange is his woobie. He takes it everywhere. Sometimes he takes it out to look at it. Sometimes he just reaches into his pocket to pet the orange. Every time, I die a little.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.