siysiy
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Hi everyone
Through I would share why I think getting read of you stuffies is not a good idea.
The use of Stuffies. (A stuffed animal or plush toy)
Essentialism is a belief that things have a set of characteristics which make them what they are. This is the view that every entity has a set of attributes that are necessary to its identity and function. George Lakoff put it "... make the thing what it is, and without which it would be not that kind of thing".
Yes I know I have a hard time getting to grip with the defecation as well, but what I am saying and what I understand essentialism to mean is that us Little can become very attached to a objet like a stuffed toy.
To us Little a stuffie is something that is very real and is so much more than just a stuffed toy. It is our comforter, and our confident, out be test friend. If a Little one lose there stuffie that they have become attached to then they will go through a time of grief and they will never forget the stuffie, the worst posable thing someone can do is through a Littles stuffie away, it is almost a unforgivable sin.
My first stuffie was a rabbit called Gus.
Gus was all way with me even through my teen age years he sat on the shelf and was with me through the time I tried to fit into society's norms as an adult. Was there through my depression and breakdown.
So what happened to Gus I thought I could be “normal” whatever that is and I gave a lot of thing that I was holding on to away and Gus was one of thoughts things that went. So if you ever see a threadbare rabbit with blue trousers and white feet and paws and cloth brown eyes. Please getting him for me.
OK I now have Peter and Rex and a few more.
If you are a caregiver you need to treat each stuffie as a person know their names and what sex they are. This will be so important to a Little as it show you care about them and there friends.
This is story by a little called Mini max kiddo, and it show the important of a stuffie is to us Littles.
Mini max kiddo put the on his tumbler account and he gave me permission to put his story in the book I am still working on.
Keep finding thing to add. Anyway I sour he won’t mine me sharing hear.
Mini max kiddo
Don’t underestimate bond and the love between a kid and his or hers teddy.
When I was little I received a package from, hmm I think it was the neighbours daughter. She had been out traveling and had taken home a present for me.
When I opened the package I found a Simba plush inside.
He’s been my bestest friend ever since, and I of course named him Simba like in the lion king.
I have always liked teddies, and I also have some other one from back when my parents picked me up in Columbia when I was 1 years old but it’s so old that I don’t dare to play to much with it.
It’s incredible how such a simple gift as a teddy can mean so much to a person as my Simba doses to me I love him so much! He’s been there when I was in kindergarten and when I started my first school day. When bullies picked on me, or when I was ill and had to go to the hospital, or when we were going on vacation. He was always there somewhere.
It’s really cool looking back at old photos of me and notice he’s often around somewhere in the pictures.
He has dried so many tears away from my cheek and been there in lonely dark times when I was down.
When I was little I actually lost him for a little while when I was traveling to the cabin we had in Norway. I was heartbroken.
My parents gave me another stuffie and I loved that one to, but it was no Simba and I cried myself to sleep every night and my mom had called around to the places where we had been to hear if anyone had found it, but no luck.
Then when we finally had to go home again and we were at the train station where we had been when we travelled up to the cabin before. my mom went to ask around to see if any of the people working at the train station had found him, and there was some guy there that had found him and kept him safe and had seen me with him.
So I got it back again. I was soooo happy, it meant the world to me to get him back. I haven’t lost him since then, and I never will. if the house was burning I’d run in and get him for sure!
He’s like my big bro or something. I know it’s silly because he’s so much smaller than me, but I always kind of thought of him as a big brother or something like that, and I love him so much. I promised him that I’d never outgrow him and I never have, and I never will.
I don’t know if that’s because I’m an Adult Baby, Little or so. But I do know one thing, I’ll never stop loving him. He’s the coolest and I still talk to him and share my secrets or tell if there is a rowdy person at work that’s annoying me.
I also talked with him when I got my first crush. He he probably knows all my secrets, but I know he’ll never tell anyone else.
Once again, don’t underestimate the love between a kid and his or hers teddy. A teddy can mean the world to someone I know Simba doses to me.
Well that all for now forks.
Siysiy