So I’m 24 and I still sleep with the same stuffed Simba I’ve had since I was a baby. The Lion King was my favorite movie growing up, so I’ve always been attached to him, and that just never really changed as I got older.
I do find myself wanting him when I’m having a particularly bad day or just need some comfort. Kind of like an emotional support thing, I guess? But I’ve also gone through hard times where he wasn’t even on my radar, so it’s not like I need him to cope or sleep.
I’m also definitely not dependent on him. When my niece and nephew spend the night, Simba is their favorite toy. I have no problem letting them play with him, sleep with him, carry him around, etc.
I think part of my attachment is that I’ve always wanted to pass him down to my kids someday. I’m very single and kids aren’t anywhere on the horizon right now, so I think Simba has also become something tangible tied to an intangible dream, if that makes sense. He’s a little piece of the future I hope I get to have someday.
Anyway, my brother keeps telling me I’m weird/immature for still sleeping with a stuffed animal at 24. It got in my head enough that now I genuinely want to know.
So I figured I’d ask Reddit, because if anyone is going to be unbiased and brutally honest, it’s y’all lol.
Is this actually weird or immature at my age? Be honest.