I’m an adult who sleeps with a stuffed animal. I know it may seem childish, but Geoffrey the giraffe has been like a security blanket for me for many years. He is a part of home that helps keep me from having a panic attack.
I should explain that when my father died, I developed an irrational fear that if I was away from my mother, she’d pass away just as suddenly as my father had. I had full blown panic attacks when I spent the night too far away from her. When she got me Geoffrey though, the panic attacks started to slowly come to a stop. I knew she was always with me.
So yes, I’m a 21 year old that sleeps with a giant stuffed giraffe, but maybe being a little childish is worth keeping me sane.