I love plushies. I grew up AMAB which meant that after a certain age (typically before 10yrs old, somewhere around 7~8yrs old), it became unacceptable to have plushies. I held onto them long past that age and didn't "put them away" until I was well into my teens, but I was still very aware of the fact that I couldn't let anyone outside my family know that I still had my plushies because I might get bullied if I did.

Afaik, no one outside the family ever found out, but it took a long time for adult me to accept that it's okay to like plushies and start pulling my og plushie crew out of the closet. Now I'm starting to expand my plushie portfolio again and I have a small army of protobeans, several high-quality dragon plushies, a medium-ish roadkill opossum, a few makeship/misc plushies like a Gardener from Gemini Home Entertainment or Acrid from Risk of Rain, a big moth, backstories and names for almost everyone, and I still have my OG beanie-baby crew (some of whom I've discovered would be fairly valuable if they hadn't been well-loved).

I regret letting my fear stop me from covering my bedroom in plushies.