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MMMmm... I had over 200 plush animals as a kid. My mother was constantly insisting that i needed to sleep with them. Even as a kid I thought that was screwy. My plush were always in perfect condition because i never played with them, never slept with them. My mother nearly had a stroke when my first act with the car after getting my drivers license was to bag them up and drive them over to a toy drive at the local firehouse for Christmas.
When threw my husband out and moved to my parents home with my daughter, my daughter had never felt the need to sleep with them, have lights on, never had bad dreams - none of that crap we feed into our kids heads. within a week (and we lived in our old home for months after the separation- so this nonsense had nothing to do with that, and everything to do with my mother) she has sleeping in a bed piled high with stuffed animals, wanted the light on, and was waking up in the middle of the night with "nightmares" - or more realistically, waking up for a drink or to go to the bathroom and being cornered by my mother who would snatch her up and croon to her "oooooooh you poor baby, you had a nightmare about that horrible man didn't you?" - my idiotic mother was implanting suggestions into the kids head that years of therapy wont work out.
What does this have to do with you sleeping with stuffed animals?
Eh. if you want to hove some sort of freaky emotional crutch, something that "makes you feel better". Have at it. Or you could grow up and deal like an adult... either way, I blame your parents.
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Can you smell the satire?
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Seriously, who the hell cares if you sleep with stuffed animals? If you are asking if it is weird, it probably is. As long as you are ok with it, does it really matter what people think?
Midnight
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