Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:This is OP.

Some questions I saw:
-Our department is made up of 6 people. Coworker has been with us since mid-November. She's a fun person & I've been out after work to have drinks with her and others in our dept. NO ONE KNEW about her son. We work 3 days in office/2 days at home. I'm telling you, the photo of her son on her desk looks legit like a real baby.

-Only 4 of us came to the party from our department. There was 8 people total the whole time and two neighbors of hers stopped by during halftime to see the show. Her husband was one of the people there. They don't seem weird if that makes sense. They seem like perfectly normal people but the way some people think of themselves as a Dog Mom, she's a Doll Mom? The husband held the baby but overall, it seems like it's more of her thing.

-Also, wtf else was I supposed to say when she took us on a house tour and showed us the freaking nursery?! The nursery was a lovely shade of pale blue-gray.

Like, I was just thrust into this weird ass situation and trying to figure out wtf was going on. I once went to NYC while in college and allowed myself to be pushed into a sketchy van on Canal street and driven around by Asian strangers with visible guns under their coats to buy knockoff designer bags and yet THIS was the most worried I'd been for my life.

I don't think this stems from trauma but who knows. I'm not touching that or asking about it. A coworker there did try to hint at it, I think, when they asked if Eli was their only child. She said that he was the only kid they wanted. I looked up these dolls and lifestyle on Instagram and it's not just people with trauma who like these dolls.

I told my sister about this experience last night and she laughed until she was crying and gasping for air because it is just like me to make a resolution to be more social and then put myself into such an odd social experience. I'm a homebody. The pandemic made me even worse. I'm not even saying my hobbies are better than hers, either! I'm really not making fun of her, I swear. When I get home from work, I toss on some trashy TV and spend my evenings doing jigsaw puzzles or diamond painting. Diamond painting...because I find the sounds of squishing the stones down very soothing & because I have no real artistic skill to really paint. I'm not some cool person.

OP, I really need to hear more about your experiences with the van full of Yakuza.

Anonymous wrote:This is OP.

Some questions I saw:
-Our department is made up of 6 people. Coworker has been with us since mid-November. She's a fun person & I've been out after work to have drinks with her and others in our dept. NO ONE KNEW about her son. We work 3 days in office/2 days at home. I'm telling you, the photo of her son on her desk looks legit like a real baby.

-Only 4 of us came to the party from our department. There was 8 people total the whole time and two neighbors of hers stopped by during halftime to see the show. Her husband was one of the people there. They don't seem weird if that makes sense. They seem like perfectly normal people but the way some people think of themselves as a Dog Mom, she's a Doll Mom? The husband held the baby but overall, it seems like it's more of her thing.

-Also, wtf else was I supposed to say when she took us on a house tour and showed us the freaking nursery?! The nursery was a lovely shade of pale blue-gray.

Like, I was just thrust into this weird ass situation and trying to figure out wtf was going on. I once went to NYC while in college and allowed myself to be pushed into a sketchy van on Canal street and driven around by Asian strangers with visible guns under their coats to buy knockoff designer bags and yet THIS was the most worried I'd been for my life.

I don't think this stems from trauma but who knows. I'm not touching that or asking about it. A coworker there did try to hint at it, I think, when they asked if Eli was their only child. She said that he was the only kid they wanted. I looked up these dolls and lifestyle on Instagram and it's not just people with trauma who like these dolls.

I told my sister about this experience last night and she laughed until she was crying and gasping for air because it is just like me to make a resolution to be more social and then put myself into such an odd social experience. I'm a homebody. The pandemic made me even worse. I'm not even saying my hobbies are better than hers, either! I'm really not making fun of her, I swear. When I get home from work, I toss on some trashy TV and spend my evenings doing jigsaw puzzles or diamond painting. Diamond painting...because I find the sounds of squishing the stones down very soothing & because I have no real artistic skill to really paint. I'm not some cool person.

Anonymous wrote:Please tell me the name of this doll. I must know.

Larlo?
Pierpont?
Chuckie?

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:This isn’t something to make fun of, OP. You are cruel and mean.

I don't see the OP as being cruel or mean. She was very polite to her coworker in the face of a situation that was unexpected and bizarre. She vented her shock here, in an anonymous forum.
Regardless of WHY her coworker has this doll, the fact remains that it's highly unusual. I don't think anyone can blame OP for being weirded out.

Anonymous wrote:This isn’t something to make fun of, OP. You are cruel and mean.

Anonymous wrote:This isn’t something to make fun of, OP. You are cruel and mean.

Anonymous wrote:(Warning I have had a few drinks)

It was at a new coworkers house. My New Years resolution was to be more social and I regret it SO MUCH.

This woman…omg…I can’t even. She has an adorable picture of her son on her desk and talks about him and he’s FAKE!!!

He’s one of those creepy real life baby dolls!! I spent 5 hrs of my life being social with a woman who has a nursery for a doll. A Doll!

Things I said tonight: he really is such a good baby. Uh, sure I can hold him. I like the colors of the nursery, very soothing.

She doesn’t want real kids. But to her he’s her real kid. I have so much to unpack and I need to find a new job because I’m not going to be able to deal wi the this trauma drama.

Don’t socialize with coworkers guys. Just don’t.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:This is an instant DCUM classic. I am DYING here.

True story: I once had (real) babies, and my boss's boss invited herself to my house to meet them, because she thought I faked the whole thing to get a fake maternity leave. Maybe this is what she thought I was doing? Fake doll babies? Hahahahahaha, OMG.

What kind of world did you live in???

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:This is an instant DCUM classic. I am DYING here.

True story: I once had (real) babies, and my boss's boss invited herself to my house to meet them, because she thought I faked the whole thing to get a fake maternity leave. Maybe this is what she thought I was doing? Fake doll babies? Hahahahahaha, OMG.

What kind of world did you live in???

Anonymous wrote:This is an instant DCUM classic. I am DYING here.

True story: I once had (real) babies, and my boss's boss invited herself to my house to meet them, because she thought I faked the whole thing to get a fake maternity leave. Maybe this is what she thought I was doing? Fake doll babies? Hahahahahaha, OMG.

Anonymous wrote:This is incredibly sad and my first reaction would not be to run to DCUM to make fun of this poor woman. Women use those dolls (I believe they’re called Reborn dolls) in response to a traumatic event - usually stillbirth or infant death. I’d feel badly for her, and I hope you don’t turn this into water cooler gossip, OP.