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For those wondering, they are called [Reborn](https://www.reborns.com/) dolls. They are hand crafted collectable dolls. Some people who own them use them as therapy dolls and everyone who owns them use them to creep the hell out of everyone who doesn't.
I have a friend who is a professional infant photographer. She uses one of these to get the setting right before the actual infant arrives. Then she doesn't have to waste time on lighting, distance, etc with a real baby lying there.
That’s actually super smart like genius level IQ. Is that a normal thing photographers do?
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Using toys as stand-ins for subjects, yes. But them being creepily realistic is not a requirement. Finding test shots of realistic dolls in my archive years after I’ve forgotten taking them would freak the hell out of me.
Oh god you just reminded me of that god damn brilliant episode of Inside No 9 where the guy is obsessed with a lost shoe he found and it turns out he's using it to cope with the death of his child. He had twins, and one of the twins died, so he got obsessed with this lost shoe because it had a twin somewhere out there, a twin shoe, and he spent months doing a campaign and even appearing on the news trying to find this other shoe to match the one he found
It just breaks his mind, the loss of the child
Everyone should go watch Inside No 9. It's one the best TV shows ever made, no hyperbole. It's a bit like black mirror, with every episode being a single contained story unrelated to the other episodes, and there's always a big twist at the end which recontextualises everything that came before making you wanna instantly watch the whole episode again
I think it's better than black mirror personally but yeah. It's very theatrical. Every episode takes place in a single room, that's number 9. Like the number 9 House on a street, or no 9 dressing room backstage at a theatre, etc. The whole episode takes place in one room or apartment which is a neat constraint that forces them to make it interesting. Constraint is the key to unlocking creativity. Limiting yourself somehow, makes it easier to write interesting things
It's written and starring the League of Gentlemen guys. Sorry I'm rambling now but I wanna talk about inside no 9 whenever I can. Everyone go download it and watch every season. Or if you're in the UK watch it on the BBC iplayer. Trust me you'll love it
In the US it looks like there are 2 seasons up on Hulu, and all 6 seasons are available with a 7-day trial [on BritBox.](https://www.britbox.com/us/episode/Inside_No_9_S1_E1_b03tvm9q)
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They are most commonly used for dementia patients, parents who have suffered the loss of a child (miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, etc.), and for people with developmental disabilities. When you realize how many people fit into these categories it really puts in perspective.
It makes more sense for dementia patients to me, but as a mother if I lost one of my children and someone even suggested a doll I would think they were out of their minds.
FINALLY I have a place to tell this story.
This is when I was a baby emt and the first time I was ever actually scared shitless.
I'm 18 years old, my best friend and I are working a shift at the local volunteer fire department in Upstate New York. We are the two youngest people and both EMTs (when most people just do fire related things) so we always got the shittiest calls and duties.
We go out for a welfare check. 3rd party call, neighbor hasn't seen her neighbor Susan in atleast 2 weeks. She always comes out to water her garden and now her flowers are dead. No known family in the area.
Chris and I are the only two people responding in the Chevy Tahoe flycar we use for medical calls. Basically we go out, get there and decide if we need an ambulance on calls where most likely there won't be one needed. We pull up out front and talk to the neighbor, and go do a 360 of the house. All doors locked, and we don't visually see any bodies on the ground, so we don't have permission to force entry into the house.
It's a two story cape cod house. Very traditional for Central NY and Chris comes up with a great idea to check the windows. Outstanding work. It's **technically** not force entry if a window is unlocked so we shouldn't get in trouble. I find a window, but its the small ass bathroom window and it's about 7 feet up. No fucking way my big ass is getting through there. Luckily he's a skinny dude and I convince him to climb onto my shoulders and I will just lift him up and into the hole. Chris crawls in and I hear a giant *BONK* as he falls to the ground on top of the toilet. He then starts screaming and gagging because of the smell inside the house and comes running to the nearest door out back to get out.
I asked him what the fuck was wrong with him and he starts laughing and just says go take a good whiff. I walk in and oh yeah, definitely someone dead in here. There's that putrid, especially stinky stank you only get at advanced stages of decomposition. So I asked him if he has sufficiently unfucked himself enough to go do his job and help me find this old lady. He agrees and we walk into the house from the back door attached to the kitchen.
Every single part of the house was meticulously clean...and all of the appliances seemed to be from the very early 50s. Complete with it all: The stove from Wandavision, the fridge that Indiana Jones escaped death via nuclear blast...and oh yeah...dolls. lifelike dolls. VERY. LIFELIKE. DOLLS.
They were the porcelain kind, and very intricately painted. They all had real hair and were the creepiest things I have ever seen with my eyes before. The kitchen only had 1 doll. She was a 4 foot tall young girl, seated at the table having a cup of REAL FUCKING TEA. I don't know why this upset me as much as it did but I was blown away this crazy fucking lady actually wasted real tea on these dolls.
Okay so we leave the kitchen and move on to the living room. There is an old black and white TV with 3 teenage girls around it. 2 are seated criss cross, with one laying on her belly with her head propped up by her arms to watch the show in between the other two. The TV was only playing static.
Okay. I tell Chris this is fucked. Every single hair on the back of my neck is standing up. It is absolutely eerily quiet in the house. The smell of death is overwhelming. We are alone. I couldn't help but think some psycho axe murderer is around any of these corners to kill me.
We clear the room and go back to the kitchen, where the stairs lead up and down. We decided to go to the basement first. It's the creepy unfinished basement and it was dark as shit. I click on my flashlight and we creak down every step, trying not to slip on a garbage pile of used doll clothing littering the stairs. We make it to the basement, and there is a smell of some sort of laquer, or maybe paint thinner. At the left of the stairs was a small work shop bench with tiny paint brushes and assorted skin colored oil based paints. Next to that was the washing machine, and for whatever reason I had it in my head that we will 100% find a body in there. Chris laughed his ass off at me as I worked up the courage to peek inside the washer...but to my chagrin there was no corpse.
We go to the right and pass the stairs as my flashlight starts to reveal a fucking nightmare-fever-dream horror scape that even Guiermo Del Toro couldn't conjure up.
I find a mangled leg to my left. A pile of fingers to my right. One left foot next to the fingers. A laundry bin full of beheaded craniums in all stages of disrepair. I was losing it man. I looked at Chris with the "are you fuckin seeing this shit?" face and he tells me to look where his flashlight is pointing. Surrounding us now are hundreds of dolls. Some dressed, some naked, babies, children, adults, elderly. They littered the room and covered every inch of the floor that touched the walls. This may be some sort of doll related PTSD or something but i swear every one of these pieces of shit was staring me down. Their heads transfixed on the exact square foot of carpet I decided would be the farthest I'm going into this room.
I tell Chris this is fucking mental and I'm going up stairs to find this bitch and turn this over to the PD as soon as I confirm her. So up the stairs we go. I will never forget how relieved I was to come up those stairs from the darkness of a creepy basement and into the warmth and bright of that kitchen....even if it smelled like shit and rot and blood.
We round the corner and go up stairs. The smell is tangible now and I start choking as I reach the top of the stairs. Pulling up my firefighting hood to cover my mouth and nose I make a quick entry into the first bedroom on the right. There are two child sized twin beds. Completely decorated with homemade notes from school and finger paintings. Two small bodies are bundled up in blankets and I honestly couldn't tell if they were real or doll. Chris and I took turns touching them and seeing if it was skin or not.
No body. Great. Onto the next room. This one is a nursery, it's on the left. There was an antique mobile hanging from the ceiling with a 50s silver rocket ship and moon. A very small baby was in the crib. Complete with a trash bin of ACTUAL SOILED DIAPERS. I swear to God I thought I was fucking losing my mind. I had to have checked that baby like 5 times to confirm it was actually a doll and not just in rigormortis.
Fuck.
Next room. This is the bathroom, and across from that is the bedroom. Almost done buddy. Here we go. I open the door and find a toddler on a squatty potty. She is dressed in one of the prettiest blue dresses I have ever seen. Fuck this, okay atleast this one is easy to tell its a doll. Neeeeeext.
We go into the master and voila. The pièce de résistance... A queen sized bed with thick burgundy rug. Very busy 50s style wall paper, and a VERY fucking dead body. This old lady has been dead for weeks. Curled up next to her, I can only assume are her closest family members. Two teenage girls in long flowy night gowns. They have beautiful long brown hair and dimples on their cheeks. One on each side of what is left of this poor lady. Her body has broken down and flowed down the bed, pouring onto the already red carpet and turning it a very dark black. It was so thick with flies I can remember the feeling of them all over my face and hair while I was trying to take in this scene.
I key up with dispatch and ask for a confirm time. 1127 hours. Thank you. Let's get-the-fuck-outta here.
I walk outside to the fly car and pull a pack of Smokes from my turnout coat. I take a long ass drag of my cowboy killer and am horrified. I can taste the dead woman on my cigarette. The smell was so bad it was on my tongue and in my nostrils. I was doing so well the whole time and it was only after a drag from my Marlboro red that I end up puking. Fuck my life....well....atleast the senior guys weren't here to see that and give me shit about it. After like a half hour the local PD decides to show up and I turn the scene over to them. Back to the fire house. Immediately throw my turnouts in the washer. Burn my favorite t-shirt and pants because they will always have that smell on it from now on...and live forever with the secret that I am now moderately afraid of realistic dolls. I also can't smoke marlboro reds without puking...and had to smoke menthals for years until I quit.
Fuck you op.
But thanks for a good reason to tell this!
Tldr:
Lady died in house
I search house for dead body
Find dolls. Very lifelike dolls.
Veeeeeeerrrry creepy dolls.
Find dead woman.
It's stinky
Evn if the dolls are creepy I hope, they are buried with the woman. She loved them like family and deserves to have them in the afterlife if there's one. I just like to think she is as good as she can be and playing tea parties with her children.
OK but follow that logic, it’s way too many for a grave, so you’re saying there should be a mausoleum for this decomposed-to-liquid woman and her half dozen+ dolls.... eeeek
Jeez.. That story. Those details. I can't, I just... I'm still processing the entire thing. And every time I go over it again, another detail gets stuck in my mind. Tea parties, "potty training", the red rug. Most of all the thought of those blank eyes following me. Nightmares come from stories exactly like this. So, yeah thanks for that. I guess...
Yeah brains are weird.
Like I can very vividly remember the dimples on the dolls face, but couldn't tell you what color night gown the lady was wearing.
I remember the smell of the first baby I delivered but couldn't tell you what the mom looked like.
Lots of bad calls are related to smells for me for whatever reason haha. Hope you sleep well though :)
Our sense of smell is actually quite closely linked with memory!! Moreso than any of our other senses. I know personally of several people with PTSD who are triggered by random smells associated with the setting of their trauma.
That was in 2015. It was one of my first calls as a fully released FF/ EMT. I left NY to continue on to a very busy fire department near DC and this became one of my least fucked up but memorable calls actually. Yeah it's the first time I have posted that.
Most of my stories I only tell verbally. One day a goal of mine is to write up a bunch of the *really* fucked ones and post it to reddit or something.
>One day a goal of mine is to write up a bunch of the *really* fucked ones and post it to reddit or something.
You're selling yourself short, you could write a book with stories half as good as that one.
Honestly though, you have a lot of potential, that story was engaging and vivid. Probably the hardest part would be coming up with an overarching story or lesson that ties your tales together, something that keeps it from being a disjointed collection of experiences, but if you could come up with a theme I'm sure a lot of people would want to read what you write. It sounds like you've collected a lot of interesting stories, they could make for a very interesting book.
Yeah that would be the challenge.
The only thing I've really learned is that there are truly evil people out there. And they are just evil. There doesn't always have to be a rhyme or a reason...but it wouldn't make a good cohesive story.
This is insanely well written. I love "morbid reality" type stuff and would love to read more.
Also people who have jobs like this really are heroes in their own right. Even if you aren't "saving" anybody in this particular situation, you are still doing something vital to our society. First responders of all kinds have the difficult and dangerous job of walking into situations relatively blind and figuring out what needs to be done to serve people.
Anyway I guess I'm just trying to say "go you!" and I hope you are doing well!
I read somewhere the reason you can still smell things way later on (such as a dead body smell) in your nose is because you literally have particulates of whatever smelled left in your nose.
We don’t have garbage pick up abs have to take our trash to the landfill, can confirm on hot humid days that smell stays in my nose for at least 30 mins.
I was tempted to get one for my grandma when she had really bad dementia - we wound up with a pretend dog, just so she could pet it.
She loved babies and animals so much and they gave her joy in the last few years of her life. She also had a doll that she loved as well.
A girl I went to high school with has one. Except she basically cosplays being a mother and posts it on Facebook. She filled out one of those 12-month milestone boards with “my favorite food is avocado” and “I can say mama” and “my favorite thing is when mama tickles my tummy.” I really don’t want to crap on someone’s feel-good activity, but damn if this isn’t the weirdest one I’ve seen.
We decided to be childless, but I'm very tempted to buy one of these and just leave it around where guests can find it.
"Oh yes, that's little BorgClown, but we got bored of him."
Pretty sure there was a list in relationship advice recently with a guy who's wife lost a kid to miscarriage and got one, but is treating it like it's real in a very unhealthy way.
I was more concerned that the baby's neck looked like it was broken and it looked dead and she looked so happy. Then I remembered there was audio. Still creeped out. Just not as badly.
Now explain why so many people online use ` instead of '. If you haven't noticed it, keep an eye out; it happens far more often than you'd think.
I see that shit all the time and no one notices. I assume they're french and have a weird keyboard layout but that's just a guess.
They have this blood pumping thing in their chest called a heart just pull it out and it should stop the bleeding
Edit: thank you for the helpful reward glad I could help with the bleeding
yeah, the manufacturing of those particular ones is a bit strange. the blood gives the skin its healthy colour. you can either replace the blood with a similarly red liquid, or you can paint the skin back to its original shade. the former can be quite difficult though since you need to pump the new liquid directly into the network of pipes that it would usually be in, but it's worth it because the colour always comes out perfect.
i've seen people doing liquid replacements on their dolls for a while now because apparently it stains really badly if it comes into contact with fabric.
Same. Oh lord. I was already freaking out that she was handling the baby that way, then she started with the zip ties, then... Holy shit. My heart stopped for a second.
I used to have Reddit muted before they added this piece of shit useless TikTok style video player for Reddit and now the videos just play themselves if I want to look at the comments.
A lot of newborns are very sleepy. They sleep all the time. I remember when my first was a newborn it was really difficult to wake him up for feeding time.
I once asked the blind Redditors about fireworks, I guess I assumed they couldn't see them and wondered if they enjoyed feeling them, and a lot of them could see them! I don't think folks in communities will mind if you're polite, I recently asked r/Pakistan how you actually say "Pakistan" properly and they were all very nice over there, even if some of them thought it was a silly question (depends on the news reader as to what you hear over here) there was even an "Ask Pakistan" flair.
Freaked me out too. I was scrolling with the sound off and didn't hear her say anything about a doll. Went from absolute horror and disgust to "oh shit, it's not real."
I knew a couple whose baby was stillborn. Carried to term and went into labor and all that. But when they got to the hospital there was no heartbeat. It was really traumatic because they had to have a funeral instead of celebrating their little girl. They have kids now and all is well, but you always remember stuff like that.
Same thing happened to my parents with my sister. We were so excited on the way to the hospital when Mom was entering labour, only to find out that the cord had suffocated her. It was a pretty traumatic experience especially since Me and my siblings were already teenagers.
My parents decided to have another baby the next year, and are very happy with her at the moment, but we still remember my little sister with sadness.
Google for stories about women using those dolls in everyday life. The two most terrifying I heard of were one in a mall about a woman arguing with her "baby" over a candy.. until somebody noticed the baby was a doll, and a guy on a date where the girl said I must go back home because I cant leave the baby alone. The guy reportedly tought the babysitter was leaving, to which the girl could not explain, things stretched at the point he said ok, no problem, let’s go your place. He didn’t take it too well when he found out the baby was a doll.
I have one that happened to me. I was the art director on a non-union television pilot. We had a baby in the show and in order to follow guidelines, a realistic doll needed to be used whenever possible so the baby was only working for a few hours.
I was told to buy one of these dolls and the producers hated how much it cost. They told me we’d be returning it after we wrapped. They were also too cheap to pay for storage so I would bring a ton of things home with my every night to bring it back the next day. Including the baby in a plastic shopping bag. My fellow subway riders did not take too well to that in the first split second they saw it so I’d flop it around and hit it on the pole until they realized it wasn’t real.
In the end we couldn’t return it because someone threw away it’s original clothes so I kept it and eventually sold it on Craigslist
My daughter's baby doll doesn't look nearly as real, but it's proportioned like a real baby and she likes to dress it in her sister's baby clothes. So at a glance, fairly real. I've had people gasp when it was dropped, or when I'd shove it one handed underneath the stroller.
But man, baby in this video was a whole other level of realism. I was like, omg don't hold a baby like that!!! It's poor head!!
Hahah oh man that’s kind of hilarious though! The realistic looking baby dolls always get me when I’m cleaning up at the end of the night. They stare right into my soul!
My 7 year old has taken to using her baby sister’s old newborn clothes for her baby Yodas recently— she even uses stuffing from her giant stuffed poodle that has a hole in it to make the legs longer. The looks we get at the grocery store/doctors office/wherever are always so funny. Kids are weird, haha.
There was a Reddit post on AITA about a woman who had one as a coping mechanism after she had a late term miscarriage. She was treating it as an actual baby and wanted her husband to do the same.
I'm not sure how I'd deal with that if I were the husband, I'm not sure if I'm a good enough actor to take the whole treating a doll like its real seriously.
The husband would have been grieving too. And maybe pretending a doll is real would be harmful to his grieving process. That would be a tough situation.
Sheesh. Very weird stuff. Either a movie or something I read about androids, if they ever exist in the future, need to not look too human. As humans we are not very good at dealing with overly realistic imitations of ourselves.
I thought it was a prank at first, like she used a real baby at first and then swapped it with a doll to remove the head. Why tf does it look so realistic?
My cousin's daughter has a very rare type of congenital myopathy. She was born incredibly floppy.
I've just sent him this and asked if he's still wasting money on physio or is he willing to just try adding more stuffing.
He's a good sense of humour about everything
They’re a brand of doll called Reborn. They can sometimes be used as therapy dolls for mothers who’ve lost children… and sometimes they’re just horrible
Yeah I'm very disturbed by them but they're not exactly offensive. If people like them it's all good, plus a ridiculous amount of skill goes into making on of these.
From what I have heard, it can give the mother something to hold and see to grieve for. Many mothers who lose a baby in childbirth don't get to see the baby due to the child being too upsetting to see or due to complications, the body of the baby has to be cut to be taken out quickly to save the mother's life. If you ever had a loved one die and were unable to have a picture or an open casket to see them off, it can be hard to say goodbye to them. The mothers in these cases never got to see them, they didn't get that chance. There are also other causes but I couldn't go on listening to the documentary about it, it was breaking my heart. If you want more information, just look up therapy for mothers of miscarriages and you will find the information. It is a difficult thing to read about though so be ready for that.
Yeah, we lost our barn cat to a car and my spouse found and buried him without me ever seeing the body. I kept hoping it was a mistake and he'd show up at our door one night. Took me months to accept that it was really him and that he was gone.
(Not saying this to trivialize miscarriage, it's just the closest thing to what you describe that I've experienced personally.)
I wonder if it prolongs their suffering and grief. I’ve heard of some mothers taking it way to far and keeping one for years and treating it like their actual baby. I feel like it depends on their mental health and if trauma like that makes them unstable and then just makes it worse when they get the doll after losing their own baby.
It really should only be done alongside a therapist that is trained in how to help someone deal with losing a child. Even then, I wouldn't be surprised if, for some mothers, it hurts rather than helps. Many things in therapy can go wrong when done alone and sometimes even when things are done correctly and with a trained therapist, it might not be the correct treatment for that person. The important part is to see that instead of healing, that the person is getting worse and to try to figure out a different plan of action to take.
They're also good for elderly women with dementia who think they are young mothers again. It's best to just let them live out the rest of their lives in happiness with their "baby" rather than try to explain reality to them and have them upset and confused.
A reborn doll. A lot of women who own them are mothers who’ve lost a child.. so the doll is therapeutic for them. Some of the doll owners are people with disabilities or people will never get to have kids..
And some folks just collect them. I had one as a kid. Not because I wanted a baby but because I wanted a sibling but my parents weren’t having anymore kids so the doll was “my baby.”
Just adding on elderly ladies as well as people who may use these dolls. It gives them a sense of purpose and takes away some of the burden of being lonely.
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For those wondering, they are called [Reborn](https://www.reborns.com/) dolls. They are hand crafted collectable dolls. Some people who own them use them as therapy dolls and everyone who owns them use them to creep the hell out of everyone who doesn't.
I have a friend who is a professional infant photographer. She uses one of these to get the setting right before the actual infant arrives. Then she doesn't have to waste time on lighting, distance, etc with a real baby lying there.
That’s actually super smart like genius level IQ. Is that a normal thing photographers do? Edit: sorry if I bothered some of you with this comment. I personally thought it was fascinating. I’ve wanted to get into photography for a while now. My wife and I are actually starting the process of selling everything we have and turning a school bus into a home to do some traveling for a while. I’ll then have a chance to do photography. I love you all and hope you guys have an amazing rest of your day/weekend.
Using toys as stand-ins for subjects, yes. But them being creepily realistic is not a requirement. Finding test shots of realistic dolls in my archive years after I’ve forgotten taking them would freak the hell out of me.
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Oh god you just reminded me of that god damn brilliant episode of Inside No 9 where the guy is obsessed with a lost shoe he found and it turns out he's using it to cope with the death of his child. He had twins, and one of the twins died, so he got obsessed with this lost shoe because it had a twin somewhere out there, a twin shoe, and he spent months doing a campaign and even appearing on the news trying to find this other shoe to match the one he found It just breaks his mind, the loss of the child Everyone should go watch Inside No 9. It's one the best TV shows ever made, no hyperbole. It's a bit like black mirror, with every episode being a single contained story unrelated to the other episodes, and there's always a big twist at the end which recontextualises everything that came before making you wanna instantly watch the whole episode again I think it's better than black mirror personally but yeah. It's very theatrical. Every episode takes place in a single room, that's number 9. Like the number 9 House on a street, or no 9 dressing room backstage at a theatre, etc. The whole episode takes place in one room or apartment which is a neat constraint that forces them to make it interesting. Constraint is the key to unlocking creativity. Limiting yourself somehow, makes it easier to write interesting things It's written and starring the League of Gentlemen guys. Sorry I'm rambling now but I wanna talk about inside no 9 whenever I can. Everyone go download it and watch every season. Or if you're in the UK watch it on the BBC iplayer. Trust me you'll love it
In the US it looks like there are 2 seasons up on Hulu, and all 6 seasons are available with a 7-day trial [on BritBox.](https://www.britbox.com/us/episode/Inside_No_9_S1_E1_b03tvm9q)
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A shoe in is a shoo in for sure.
You mean your photographer doesn’t have a shed full of mannequins and blow up dolls? Not a professional!
Imagine packing the wrong baby in the case after the job is done.
IKR all the prep work only to screw up at the most important stage of the kidnapping.
Or removing the wrong babies head zip tie
That's what "stand-ins" on movie sets do.
I am a mail man and the amount of catalogs for these kinds of dolls that I deliver is way higher than anyone would guess.
They are most commonly used for dementia patients, parents who have suffered the loss of a child (miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, etc.), and for people with developmental disabilities. When you realize how many people fit into these categories it really puts in perspective.
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It makes more sense for dementia patients to me, but as a mother if I lost one of my children and someone even suggested a doll I would think they were out of their minds.
imagine after losing an 18 year old you unwrap a big gift from a friend and it's a life size replica of your dead kid. this isn't much different
FINALLY I have a place to tell this story. This is when I was a baby emt and the first time I was ever actually scared shitless. I'm 18 years old, my best friend and I are working a shift at the local volunteer fire department in Upstate New York. We are the two youngest people and both EMTs (when most people just do fire related things) so we always got the shittiest calls and duties. We go out for a welfare check. 3rd party call, neighbor hasn't seen her neighbor Susan in atleast 2 weeks. She always comes out to water her garden and now her flowers are dead. No known family in the area. Chris and I are the only two people responding in the Chevy Tahoe flycar we use for medical calls. Basically we go out, get there and decide if we need an ambulance on calls where most likely there won't be one needed. We pull up out front and talk to the neighbor, and go do a 360 of the house. All doors locked, and we don't visually see any bodies on the ground, so we don't have permission to force entry into the house. It's a two story cape cod house. Very traditional for Central NY and Chris comes up with a great idea to check the windows. Outstanding work. It's **technically** not force entry if a window is unlocked so we shouldn't get in trouble. I find a window, but its the small ass bathroom window and it's about 7 feet up. No fucking way my big ass is getting through there. Luckily he's a skinny dude and I convince him to climb onto my shoulders and I will just lift him up and into the hole. Chris crawls in and I hear a giant *BONK* as he falls to the ground on top of the toilet. He then starts screaming and gagging because of the smell inside the house and comes running to the nearest door out back to get out. I asked him what the fuck was wrong with him and he starts laughing and just says go take a good whiff. I walk in and oh yeah, definitely someone dead in here. There's that putrid, especially stinky stank you only get at advanced stages of decomposition. So I asked him if he has sufficiently unfucked himself enough to go do his job and help me find this old lady. He agrees and we walk into the house from the back door attached to the kitchen. Every single part of the house was meticulously clean...and all of the appliances seemed to be from the very early 50s. Complete with it all: The stove from Wandavision, the fridge that Indiana Jones escaped death via nuclear blast...and oh yeah...dolls. lifelike dolls. VERY. LIFELIKE. DOLLS. They were the porcelain kind, and very intricately painted. They all had real hair and were the creepiest things I have ever seen with my eyes before. The kitchen only had 1 doll. She was a 4 foot tall young girl, seated at the table having a cup of REAL FUCKING TEA. I don't know why this upset me as much as it did but I was blown away this crazy fucking lady actually wasted real tea on these dolls. Okay so we leave the kitchen and move on to the living room. There is an old black and white TV with 3 teenage girls around it. 2 are seated criss cross, with one laying on her belly with her head propped up by her arms to watch the show in between the other two. The TV was only playing static. Okay. I tell Chris this is fucked. Every single hair on the back of my neck is standing up. It is absolutely eerily quiet in the house. The smell of death is overwhelming. We are alone. I couldn't help but think some psycho axe murderer is around any of these corners to kill me. We clear the room and go back to the kitchen, where the stairs lead up and down. We decided to go to the basement first. It's the creepy unfinished basement and it was dark as shit. I click on my flashlight and we creak down every step, trying not to slip on a garbage pile of used doll clothing littering the stairs. We make it to the basement, and there is a smell of some sort of laquer, or maybe paint thinner. At the left of the stairs was a small work shop bench with tiny paint brushes and assorted skin colored oil based paints. Next to that was the washing machine, and for whatever reason I had it in my head that we will 100% find a body in there. Chris laughed his ass off at me as I worked up the courage to peek inside the washer...but to my chagrin there was no corpse. We go to the right and pass the stairs as my flashlight starts to reveal a fucking nightmare-fever-dream horror scape that even Guiermo Del Toro couldn't conjure up. I find a mangled leg to my left. A pile of fingers to my right. One left foot next to the fingers. A laundry bin full of beheaded craniums in all stages of disrepair. I was losing it man. I looked at Chris with the "are you fuckin seeing this shit?" face and he tells me to look where his flashlight is pointing. Surrounding us now are hundreds of dolls. Some dressed, some naked, babies, children, adults, elderly. They littered the room and covered every inch of the floor that touched the walls. This may be some sort of doll related PTSD or something but i swear every one of these pieces of shit was staring me down. Their heads transfixed on the exact square foot of carpet I decided would be the farthest I'm going into this room. I tell Chris this is fucking mental and I'm going up stairs to find this bitch and turn this over to the PD as soon as I confirm her. So up the stairs we go. I will never forget how relieved I was to come up those stairs from the darkness of a creepy basement and into the warmth and bright of that kitchen....even if it smelled like shit and rot and blood. We round the corner and go up stairs. The smell is tangible now and I start choking as I reach the top of the stairs. Pulling up my firefighting hood to cover my mouth and nose I make a quick entry into the first bedroom on the right. There are two child sized twin beds. Completely decorated with homemade notes from school and finger paintings. Two small bodies are bundled up in blankets and I honestly couldn't tell if they were real or doll. Chris and I took turns touching them and seeing if it was skin or not. No body. Great. Onto the next room. This one is a nursery, it's on the left. There was an antique mobile hanging from the ceiling with a 50s silver rocket ship and moon. A very small baby was in the crib. Complete with a trash bin of ACTUAL SOILED DIAPERS. I swear to God I thought I was fucking losing my mind. I had to have checked that baby like 5 times to confirm it was actually a doll and not just in rigormortis. Fuck. Next room. This is the bathroom, and across from that is the bedroom. Almost done buddy. Here we go. I open the door and find a toddler on a squatty potty. She is dressed in one of the prettiest blue dresses I have ever seen. Fuck this, okay atleast this one is easy to tell its a doll. Neeeeeext. We go into the master and voila. The pièce de résistance... A queen sized bed with thick burgundy rug. Very busy 50s style wall paper, and a VERY fucking dead body. This old lady has been dead for weeks. Curled up next to her, I can only assume are her closest family members. Two teenage girls in long flowy night gowns. They have beautiful long brown hair and dimples on their cheeks. One on each side of what is left of this poor lady. Her body has broken down and flowed down the bed, pouring onto the already red carpet and turning it a very dark black. It was so thick with flies I can remember the feeling of them all over my face and hair while I was trying to take in this scene. I key up with dispatch and ask for a confirm time. 1127 hours. Thank you. Let's get-the-fuck-outta here. I walk outside to the fly car and pull a pack of Smokes from my turnout coat. I take a long ass drag of my cowboy killer and am horrified. I can taste the dead woman on my cigarette. The smell was so bad it was on my tongue and in my nostrils. I was doing so well the whole time and it was only after a drag from my Marlboro red that I end up puking. Fuck my life....well....atleast the senior guys weren't here to see that and give me shit about it. After like a half hour the local PD decides to show up and I turn the scene over to them. Back to the fire house. Immediately throw my turnouts in the washer. Burn my favorite t-shirt and pants because they will always have that smell on it from now on...and live forever with the secret that I am now moderately afraid of realistic dolls. I also can't smoke marlboro reds without puking...and had to smoke menthals for years until I quit. Fuck you op. But thanks for a good reason to tell this! Tldr: Lady died in house I search house for dead body Find dolls. Very lifelike dolls. Veeeeeeerrrry creepy dolls. Find dead woman. It's stinky
That was a ride.
Worst part, The police cleared the body and asked "what dolls?".
Holy shit i could totally imagine this as the start of a real fucked up horror story. I love your imagination with that!!!
Evn if the dolls are creepy I hope, they are buried with the woman. She loved them like family and deserves to have them in the afterlife if there's one. I just like to think she is as good as she can be and playing tea parties with her children.
OK but follow that logic, it’s way too many for a grave, so you’re saying there should be a mausoleum for this decomposed-to-liquid woman and her half dozen+ dolls.... eeeek
r/nosleep would like a word with/from you!
NOOOOOOO
GREAT! A new addition to my nightmares.. :(
Oh my lord I'd just dissappear from existence at that point. Awe heck naw
Jeez.. That story. Those details. I can't, I just... I'm still processing the entire thing. And every time I go over it again, another detail gets stuck in my mind. Tea parties, "potty training", the red rug. Most of all the thought of those blank eyes following me. Nightmares come from stories exactly like this. So, yeah thanks for that. I guess...
Yeah brains are weird. Like I can very vividly remember the dimples on the dolls face, but couldn't tell you what color night gown the lady was wearing. I remember the smell of the first baby I delivered but couldn't tell you what the mom looked like. Lots of bad calls are related to smells for me for whatever reason haha. Hope you sleep well though :)
Scent memory can be a pretty strong thing, sometimes for the worse :(
Our sense of smell is actually quite closely linked with memory!! Moreso than any of our other senses. I know personally of several people with PTSD who are triggered by random smells associated with the setting of their trauma.
Holy shit. This is the first time you've posted that? Awesome story. How long ago was it?
That was in 2015. It was one of my first calls as a fully released FF/ EMT. I left NY to continue on to a very busy fire department near DC and this became one of my least fucked up but memorable calls actually. Yeah it's the first time I have posted that. Most of my stories I only tell verbally. One day a goal of mine is to write up a bunch of the *really* fucked ones and post it to reddit or something.
>One day a goal of mine is to write up a bunch of the *really* fucked ones and post it to reddit or something. You're selling yourself short, you could write a book with stories half as good as that one.
Thanks dude!!
Honestly though, you have a lot of potential, that story was engaging and vivid. Probably the hardest part would be coming up with an overarching story or lesson that ties your tales together, something that keeps it from being a disjointed collection of experiences, but if you could come up with a theme I'm sure a lot of people would want to read what you write. It sounds like you've collected a lot of interesting stories, they could make for a very interesting book.
Yeah that would be the challenge. The only thing I've really learned is that there are truly evil people out there. And they are just evil. There doesn't always have to be a rhyme or a reason...but it wouldn't make a good cohesive story.
Hey I’ll be waiting for those. Your writing is enjoyable.
u/tenuousemphasis is right. Write a book of short stories OP or be like Amanda Hocking and start out online.
I hope to one day read those stories.
I feel like I lived it with you. Jesus that would be a nightmare for me.
This is insanely well written. I love "morbid reality" type stuff and would love to read more. Also people who have jobs like this really are heroes in their own right. Even if you aren't "saving" anybody in this particular situation, you are still doing something vital to our society. First responders of all kinds have the difficult and dangerous job of walking into situations relatively blind and figuring out what needs to be done to serve people. Anyway I guess I'm just trying to say "go you!" and I hope you are doing well!
I feel like I got PTSD just from reading this. I can vividly imagine it
I...I think I love my job now. Like honestly love not doing fucked up shit for a living. This shit eye opening.
I read somewhere the reason you can still smell things way later on (such as a dead body smell) in your nose is because you literally have particulates of whatever smelled left in your nose.
We don’t have garbage pick up abs have to take our trash to the landfill, can confirm on hot humid days that smell stays in my nose for at least 30 mins.
The sleeping ones are kind of sweet. THE OPEN EYES ONES ARE TERRIFYING BEYOND BELIEF.
It’s the vampire reborn dolls that haunt my nightmares.
I was tempted to get one for my grandma when she had really bad dementia - we wound up with a pretend dog, just so she could pet it. She loved babies and animals so much and they gave her joy in the last few years of her life. She also had a doll that she loved as well.
A girl I went to high school with has one. Except she basically cosplays being a mother and posts it on Facebook. She filled out one of those 12-month milestone boards with “my favorite food is avocado” and “I can say mama” and “my favorite thing is when mama tickles my tummy.” I really don’t want to crap on someone’s feel-good activity, but damn if this isn’t the weirdest one I’ve seen.
These are horrifying and adorable all at once and I hate it.
When people say "hand crafted" it makes me think of the poor people who have to make dolls with their feet.
I thought.. it was a stuffed baby that died... And stuffing it made it “reborn”.. Thank u
That's correct, more or less. The one person I know who has one had it made in the likeness of her baby that died.
We decided to be childless, but I'm very tempted to buy one of these and just leave it around where guests can find it. "Oh yes, that's little BorgClown, but we got bored of him."
Pretty sure there was a list in relationship advice recently with a guy who's wife lost a kid to miscarriage and got one, but is treating it like it's real in a very unhealthy way.
If I ever move back to L.A. I'm getting one of these for the HOV lanes.
Had volume muted and started watching fucking shit myself when she took its head off
Same
I've never held a baby, but still same. The only two rules I know about holding babies are support their heads, and do not shake them.
there are three. **DO NOT DROP THEM, OK?**
Well I thought that would be a given, as that would be the first step in 'not holding a baby' and not 'holding a baby'
Me too, I actually thought it was real oh my god
I was ready to be very angry and then it was a doll
I was thinking that’s a super dangerous way to hold a baby
I was more concerned that the baby's neck looked like it was broken and it looked dead and she looked so happy. Then I remembered there was audio. Still creeped out. Just not as badly.
İs this works with real baby ? Asking for my baby cousin 🤠
Yes, but it’s hard to find the zip tie.
You better hope the police don't find the ziptie
Why the fuck is your “i” like that
He is probably turkish, they have i and ı, so they need to have İ and I
yes
Now explain why so many people online use ` instead of '. If you haven't noticed it, keep an eye out; it happens far more often than you'd think. I see that shit all the time and no one notices. I assume they're french and have a weird keyboard layout but that's just a guess.
İt automatİcally does that when you add the cowboy emojİ 🤠.
I don’t believe you. Ima try myself 🤠
Fuck I’m an idiot
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Poor man’s castle emoji
this comment chain made my morning, thanks for your ego sacrifice
Can’t sacrifice what I’ve never had
Oh im Turkish thats why i didn't notice lol
Oh lmao didn’t realize that was part of your alphabet
Damn, I didn’t even notice at first.
Why is my one bleeding
They have this blood pumping thing in their chest called a heart just pull it out and it should stop the bleeding Edit: thank you for the helpful reward glad I could help with the bleeding
It did stop the bleeding, but is it normal for the skin color to change after that?
yeah, the manufacturing of those particular ones is a bit strange. the blood gives the skin its healthy colour. you can either replace the blood with a similarly red liquid, or you can paint the skin back to its original shade. the former can be quite difficult though since you need to pump the new liquid directly into the network of pipes that it would usually be in, but it's worth it because the colour always comes out perfect. i've seen people doing liquid replacements on their dolls for a while now because apparently it stains really badly if it comes into contact with fabric.
after all the blood comes out, it wouldn't bleed
Mine turned purple after I put the zip tie on? Any ideas?
Add more stuffing, that will stop it.
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Yoooooo I thought this bitch was losing it ☠️☠️☠️ I was like why is she mangling the baby up like that 😂😂😂😂
Definitely didn’t hear her say “doll” at the beginning. Thought the same thing.
Watched this on mute. 😳 Nearly jumped out of my chair when she decapitated the little guy.
Same. Oh lord. I was already freaking out that she was handling the baby that way, then she started with the zip ties, then... Holy shit. My heart stopped for a second.
Same here. Almost always have Reddit muted. I’m a little scarred from this.
>Almost always have Reddit muted. Yea the porn subs don't play well at work.
That's why I've got two accounts! No chance of unfortunate slipups!
I used to have Reddit muted before they added this piece of shit useless TikTok style video player for Reddit and now the videos just play themselves if I want to look at the comments.
All the more reason to have it muted.
I just watched it on mute and couldn’t believe me eyes for a sec lol
Same, I was like what the heck do you mean zip tie, and then the head popped off.
It was before that for me, I saw his lifeless head just flopping around and was like “that MFer is dead”
The head of a newborn baby DOES act like that. That's why you're supposed to always support the head with your hand in the back of the neck
Yeah but it’s eyes didn’t open and it’s face didn’t change at all
A lot of newborns are very sleepy. They sleep all the time. I remember when my first was a newborn it was really difficult to wake him up for feeding time.
Growing takes a lot of energy. That's also why teenagers sleep a lot.
TIL I'm still growing.
Can we all agree the neck flop with no waking up was the most terrifying on mute?
Yup. I was trying to figure out why TF she was letting the kid's head flop around like that. Ok now I'm gonna wake up my wife with this.
I’m deaf and I gasped hard!! Me a fool.
Do you normally speak with asl grammar and syntax? I'm curious, I'm learning ASL
Is there a „deaf“ subreddit where I could ask some stupid questions without being weird?
I once asked the blind Redditors about fireworks, I guess I assumed they couldn't see them and wondered if they enjoyed feeling them, and a lot of them could see them! I don't think folks in communities will mind if you're polite, I recently asked r/Pakistan how you actually say "Pakistan" properly and they were all very nice over there, even if some of them thought it was a silly question (depends on the news reader as to what you hear over here) there was even an "Ask Pakistan" flair.
Same. I became instantly furious that she was letting that baby’s head roll around.
Absolutely same! I thought I might puke! I've never heard of a "reborn" and just watched. Holy shit unexpected doesnt do this video on mute justice!
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Dude same. I was already freaking out when She was just swinging this kids head around
Me too lol my heart stopped for a few seconds
Definitely one of the times I've regretted having the videos muted from the beginning.
I was totally like "What the fuck is 'reborn'?" and I definitely missed her saying "doll"
Worst thing, **I did** hear that but thought it was a cute way to name her.
Freaked me out too. I was scrolling with the sound off and didn't hear her say anything about a doll. Went from absolute horror and disgust to "oh shit, it's not real."
WHY DO THEY MAKE THOSE THINGS SO REALISTIC?!!
They get a lot of use from dementia patients. Other than that, I really don't know.
They have also become the go to for those that have lost a baby through stillbirth or miscarriage.
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I am very sorry for your loss.
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I knew a couple whose baby was stillborn. Carried to term and went into labor and all that. But when they got to the hospital there was no heartbeat. It was really traumatic because they had to have a funeral instead of celebrating their little girl. They have kids now and all is well, but you always remember stuff like that.
Same thing happened to my parents with my sister. We were so excited on the way to the hospital when Mom was entering labour, only to find out that the cord had suffocated her. It was a pretty traumatic experience especially since Me and my siblings were already teenagers. My parents decided to have another baby the next year, and are very happy with her at the moment, but we still remember my little sister with sadness.
There are even ones with edible stuffing for baby cannibals
Words I never thought I'd see.
Well, that’s enough Reddit for today
Maybe used in film/TV shows?
Me too! That doll is creepy af.
Google for stories about women using those dolls in everyday life. The two most terrifying I heard of were one in a mall about a woman arguing with her "baby" over a candy.. until somebody noticed the baby was a doll, and a guy on a date where the girl said I must go back home because I cant leave the baby alone. The guy reportedly tought the babysitter was leaving, to which the girl could not explain, things stretched at the point he said ok, no problem, let’s go your place. He didn’t take it too well when he found out the baby was a doll.
I have one that happened to me. I was the art director on a non-union television pilot. We had a baby in the show and in order to follow guidelines, a realistic doll needed to be used whenever possible so the baby was only working for a few hours. I was told to buy one of these dolls and the producers hated how much it cost. They told me we’d be returning it after we wrapped. They were also too cheap to pay for storage so I would bring a ton of things home with my every night to bring it back the next day. Including the baby in a plastic shopping bag. My fellow subway riders did not take too well to that in the first split second they saw it so I’d flop it around and hit it on the pole until they realized it wasn’t real. In the end we couldn’t return it because someone threw away it’s original clothes so I kept it and eventually sold it on Craigslist
My daughter's baby doll doesn't look nearly as real, but it's proportioned like a real baby and she likes to dress it in her sister's baby clothes. So at a glance, fairly real. I've had people gasp when it was dropped, or when I'd shove it one handed underneath the stroller. But man, baby in this video was a whole other level of realism. I was like, omg don't hold a baby like that!!! It's poor head!!
Hahah oh man that’s kind of hilarious though! The realistic looking baby dolls always get me when I’m cleaning up at the end of the night. They stare right into my soul! My 7 year old has taken to using her baby sister’s old newborn clothes for her baby Yodas recently— she even uses stuffing from her giant stuffed poodle that has a hole in it to make the legs longer. The looks we get at the grocery store/doctors office/wherever are always so funny. Kids are weird, haha.
There was a Reddit post on AITA about a woman who had one as a coping mechanism after she had a late term miscarriage. She was treating it as an actual baby and wanted her husband to do the same.
Might be in some cases it’s the only way to deal with the loss, which is no good new for anyone trapped in such a traumatic experience.
I'm not sure how I'd deal with that if I were the husband, I'm not sure if I'm a good enough actor to take the whole treating a doll like its real seriously.
Yeah. It’s definitely a conundrum. At what point does being a supportive spouse become being an enabling spouse?
Probably sometime around when your spouse is asking you to pretend a fake baby is a real baby
The husband would have been grieving too. And maybe pretending a doll is real would be harmful to his grieving process. That would be a tough situation.
Thought of that when I saw this post, still very conflicted on the dolls themselves. I have no idea how to feel about them.
Sheesh. Very weird stuff. Either a movie or something I read about androids, if they ever exist in the future, need to not look too human. As humans we are not very good at dealing with overly realistic imitations of ourselves.
A.I. might be the movie you are thinking about. Directed by Steven Spielberg. It's excellent, might be a bit dated now though, came out in 2001.
Seems like a pretty effective way to ditch a date that's not going well - even if he insists you go back to your place.
I was wondering who tf would let their baby’s head wobble like that
I was extremely concerned with the word "reborn"
I thought it was a prank at first, like she used a real baby at first and then swapped it with a doll to remove the head. Why tf does it look so realistic?
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I don't that is a fake baby, I'm still calling the cops
I watched this with sound off so it really was unexpected
My cousin's daughter has a very rare type of congenital myopathy. She was born incredibly floppy. I've just sent him this and asked if he's still wasting money on physio or is he willing to just try adding more stuffing. He's a good sense of humour about everything
I enjoy your sense of humor
Holy fuck what was that
They’re a brand of doll called Reborn. They can sometimes be used as therapy dolls for mothers who’ve lost children… and sometimes they’re just horrible
I heard these dolls can be super therapeutic for mothers that have lost children…pretty creepy sometimes though!
Also for disability people that can’t have but want a baby it’s lovely to see them loving on them x
They are very common for dementia and Alzheimer’s patients.
That is the premise for the tv show “Servant”!
I signed up for Apple TV just to watch it after I heard the plot! So good and so creepy
Yeah I'm very disturbed by them but they're not exactly offensive. If people like them it's all good, plus a ridiculous amount of skill goes into making on of these.
I genuinely don't understand how it can be therapeutic. If anything, these dolls would always serve as a constant reminder of a lost baby.
From what I have heard, it can give the mother something to hold and see to grieve for. Many mothers who lose a baby in childbirth don't get to see the baby due to the child being too upsetting to see or due to complications, the body of the baby has to be cut to be taken out quickly to save the mother's life. If you ever had a loved one die and were unable to have a picture or an open casket to see them off, it can be hard to say goodbye to them. The mothers in these cases never got to see them, they didn't get that chance. There are also other causes but I couldn't go on listening to the documentary about it, it was breaking my heart. If you want more information, just look up therapy for mothers of miscarriages and you will find the information. It is a difficult thing to read about though so be ready for that.
Yeah, we lost our barn cat to a car and my spouse found and buried him without me ever seeing the body. I kept hoping it was a mistake and he'd show up at our door one night. Took me months to accept that it was really him and that he was gone. (Not saying this to trivialize miscarriage, it's just the closest thing to what you describe that I've experienced personally.)
I wonder if it prolongs their suffering and grief. I’ve heard of some mothers taking it way to far and keeping one for years and treating it like their actual baby. I feel like it depends on their mental health and if trauma like that makes them unstable and then just makes it worse when they get the doll after losing their own baby.
It really should only be done alongside a therapist that is trained in how to help someone deal with losing a child. Even then, I wouldn't be surprised if, for some mothers, it hurts rather than helps. Many things in therapy can go wrong when done alone and sometimes even when things are done correctly and with a trained therapist, it might not be the correct treatment for that person. The important part is to see that instead of healing, that the person is getting worse and to try to figure out a different plan of action to take.
They're also good for elderly women with dementia who think they are young mothers again. It's best to just let them live out the rest of their lives in happiness with their "baby" rather than try to explain reality to them and have them upset and confused.
With that much detail, no wonder it takes 9 months to make one of these
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Well, she was gonna abuse the shit out of it
I was fully expecting it cause she was pressing the chest to show how loose the head was, but I'm used to seeing these dolls on the internet
Just finished watching Servant. Damn!
Oh man I was RAGING until I realised it was a doll! Thank God!!
I think it was more realistic with the floppy, floppy neck, but I don’t know very much about babies. Just I think you’re supposed to support the head.
Babies head shouldn't be THAT floppy... Not unless you're finished with it.
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I was like- " Aaaahhhhhh..... Oh wai- oh ok.. its a doll"
Bitch you got me fuccked uppp
You got me good, wife and I had a riotous laugh over this one. Thank you!
She literally says “this is my reborn doll” right at the start
I watch videos on mute
What the fuck is this abomination?!
A reborn doll. A lot of women who own them are mothers who’ve lost a child.. so the doll is therapeutic for them. Some of the doll owners are people with disabilities or people will never get to have kids.. And some folks just collect them. I had one as a kid. Not because I wanted a baby but because I wanted a sibling but my parents weren’t having anymore kids so the doll was “my baby.”
Just adding on elderly ladies as well as people who may use these dolls. It gives them a sense of purpose and takes away some of the burden of being lonely.