Anonymous wrote:

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

Anonymous wrote:This thread is destined to be a DCUM classic - The Super Bowl Real Fake Baby thread

Anonymous wrote:She is either mentally ill or had a traumatic experience. When I read your post, I thought the baby was probably real and died and that is why she has a nursery and doll baby. Sounds really sad and not something to laugh about.

Anonymous wrote:In today’s society, OP, you are supposed to react to this situation by being:

- sensitive, understanding, and supportive.

We are normalizing mental illness and destroying resilience.

Anonymous wrote:

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.

Thanks for the chuckle - I would be way more traumatized by an middle aged male colleague with life size doll spouse … there are many of them according to one documentary I saw. They act like they are totally in love with the custom made dolls, dress them, name them, take them for car rides and sit them at the dining table when they eat.

Now after thinking about it - I see what you mean - It is so sad …

But if these dolls fulfill some deep human need in them, then so be it… there are much worse things they could be doing …

Anonymous wrote:

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.

+1000! But also a little racist to point out “Asians.” Would she have said “a bunch of white guys”? Nevertheless your readership demands more on this!

Anonymous wrote:

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.

+1000! But also a little racist to point out “Asians.” Would she have said “a bunch of white guys”? Nevertheless your readership demands more on this!

Anonymous wrote:

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.

+1000! But also a little racist to point out “Asians.” Would she have said “a bunch of white guys”? Nevertheless your readership demands more on this!

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.