I get upset when a stuffed animal or toy is "mistreated."

I can relate. Probably because my father tore up my favorite stuffy when I was 10 or 11 or so, one that I’d had since birth, while in a fit of alcoholic rage, and then made me collect the bits and throw him in the trash. I was (still am really :( ) a lonely kid, and my stuffies were my friends (like, not imaginary friends or anything, but ya know).