Welcome to other people's lives. I'm your host, Joe Sanagado. I'm your host, Greg

Diebeck. And today is one of those episodes that I don't I don't know. I have no

witty like thing to say before. I don't know how to sum it up whatsoever. So I

guess we're just gonna read this email. Yeah, it's out there. So we received an

email from a young woman and the subject read, I am addicted to my stuffed

animals. Let's go. Hi, Greg and Joe. I'm writing to tell you about a strange

addiction I have. My 10 stuffed animals, which are I refer to and treat like my

own children. I am 20 years old and live a pretty normal life. I go to college,

have a wonderful family, and have been in a relationship for the past few years.

My addiction actually started after stealing my first animal. Oh, and after I

had undergone some traumatic sexual experiences in high school, I started

using them as a coping mechanism. I have serious anxiety if I'm away from them

for an extended period of time and can even work myself into a full-blown panic

attack. Ever since then, a new family member is added probably every few months.

Each of my furry friends has a name and a backstory. Luckily for me, my

boyfriend does know about my addiction and completely loves and supports me,

whereas my family thinks it's strange and a love that I should have outgrown

by this point. Interesting. Tens a lot. Ten? Ten is a lot. Yeah, that's a

crowded bed or I don't know where they fit. I've never, I mean I've never heard

about this. My sister is 28.29 and she has a stuffed animal named Beiju. That is a

little puppy with a fireman's helmet on it. And she sleeps with it every

fucking day. And if she goes on vacation or if she goes to someone else's house,

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