Captain Mars
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I don't often get all that much for Christmas. Money's always an issue. My sister goes above and beyond each year to do something nice for most of us, and usually hosts it a week early at her place with her fiance.
After I'd had my confrontation with my mother and we began trying to rebuild our relationship in earnest this time, she got me a couple gifts, but NONE of them hold a candle to this one.
Just LOOK at her! She's SO CUTE AAAAHHHH!!!! Yeah, I'm no longer hiding from or repressing any of my childish traits or tendencies. Since I stopped doing that, life has felt so much more relaxed. I'm not ashamed to admit, this kind of stuff just makes me feel...safe. Safe, and WAY more emotionally stable.
Didn't think I'd be 27, using comfort objects to cope with my steady barrage of stress and anxiety. But if it helps me, why do I care how it looks to someone else? Why conform to what the world expects of me? What has the world done for ME lately? So, Bow Kid joins her best friend Hat Kid and Asriel on the bed. My small but meaningful little posse of stuffed friends.
They've really helped ground me at home. Something about how soft they are, how nice it feels to just squeeze them tight or rub my face against them, it just melts the stress away. I even started talking to them. And talking back THROUGH them! And you know what? I don't care how silly it is anymore. It feels great to allow myself some small, simple measure of comfort again.
Besides, the felt she's made of allows me to draw little dimples on her with my fingers! That's so ADORABLE!!! I could be having the WORST possible day, but I can't possibly come home to this face and NOT smile. Any other fellow autists collect or use plushies as comfort or stimming objects? As a side note, I've always had a habit of personifying objects, always figured it was part of the autism.
After I'd had my confrontation with my mother and we began trying to rebuild our relationship in earnest this time, she got me a couple gifts, but NONE of them hold a candle to this one.
Just LOOK at her! She's SO CUTE AAAAHHHH!!!! Yeah, I'm no longer hiding from or repressing any of my childish traits or tendencies. Since I stopped doing that, life has felt so much more relaxed. I'm not ashamed to admit, this kind of stuff just makes me feel...safe. Safe, and WAY more emotionally stable.
Didn't think I'd be 27, using comfort objects to cope with my steady barrage of stress and anxiety. But if it helps me, why do I care how it looks to someone else? Why conform to what the world expects of me? What has the world done for ME lately? So, Bow Kid joins her best friend Hat Kid and Asriel on the bed. My small but meaningful little posse of stuffed friends.
They've really helped ground me at home. Something about how soft they are, how nice it feels to just squeeze them tight or rub my face against them, it just melts the stress away. I even started talking to them. And talking back THROUGH them! And you know what? I don't care how silly it is anymore. It feels great to allow myself some small, simple measure of comfort again.
Besides, the felt she's made of allows me to draw little dimples on her with my fingers! That's so ADORABLE!!! I could be having the WORST possible day, but I can't possibly come home to this face and NOT smile. Any other fellow autists collect or use plushies as comfort or stimming objects? As a side note, I've always had a habit of personifying objects, always figured it was part of the autism.