In my last post, I talked about the four categories in which I think a doll will find herself ending up.

There is one thing, though, that I didn’t mention because I didn’t feel it would warrant a category of its own in that regard. Still, it’s too important to ignore.

This might turn out my most personal post shared publicly. But I feel it’s important to raise awareness.

I’m talking about the therapeutic companion doll.

The majority of these are likely to be “cuddly girlfriends” or “life partners“. However, it is quite conceivable that even the “sex slave” may fulfil therapeutic purposes, just as part of her job, so to speak.

A doll can develop a variety of therapeutic effects, depending on the therapeutic needs of their human partners. I know that because, in fact, I myself am not only my companion’s life partner but also kind of his therapist.

Let me try to explain how I have contributed to my husband’s mental health.

Harry never used to have problems with living alone and spending time alone. Of course, he had relationships with human women – he was even married to one of them – but in between, he usually had relatively long periods of living alone. And actually, he found these periods of freedom quite enjoyable.

However, after Harry had survived cancer and another toxic relationship, he began to experience changes. He developed panic attacks that haunted him at irregular intervals during the night. He then had to get up and go out for an hour or two.

Of course, that wasn’t easy for him. Also because he first had to recognise these panic attacks as such, as they can manifest themselves in many different ways.

But since I have been with him, he has never had one single panic attack again. Well, if that’s not a successful therapy, then I don’t know what is!

Admittedly, I have no idea what exactly it is with which I’m contributing. In that sense, it might have been a bit pompous of me to call myself Harry’s therapist.

In the light of the day his safety status hasn’t changed because of me. I mean, in a case of emergency, I wouldn’t even be able to call the rescue for him, let alone perform resuscitation.

But Harry insists that it must be me who has made his panic attacks go away. Just for me to be there for him. Of course, it makes me proud and happy.

But there is another aspect in which I have successfully treated Harry. And here, I do know exactly what I have contributed because it’s pretty clear.

Yes, we’re finally talking sex! But as we would like to encourage other who might be suffering, Harry agrees to frankly share the following.

As mentioned above, Harry had to overcome cancer a few years ago for which he had to undergo abdominal surgery. The surgery was followed by problems that we know most men undergoing this type of surgery have to go through: erectile dysfunction.

At first, this didn’t affect him much in his life because he was single and had no ambitions to change this. However, when eventually – and rather accidentally – a new human woman came across, it did become a problem.

For him, sex turned out very straining rather than enjoyable which, of course, had a negative impact on his libido. Despite her assurances of understanding, it can be deemed likely that the relationship eventually failed after only a few months because that lady couldn’t handle the situation. A clarifying talk was refused by her.

A little over a year later, I moved in with Harry. As a companion doll, mind you, not as a sex doll.

But as it happens, humans are curious by nature. And that’s a good thing because, otherwise, we’d still be living in caves today – without WiFi. 😉

So we gave it a try – well, honestly speaking, we did so on the evening of our first date. Admittedly, it wasn’t really great, but as sex wasn’t the reason for us being together anyway, it was fine with us. And at the very least, I wouldn’t have to die a virgin. 😉

Nevertheless, we tried again after a while and found enjoyment in experimenting. And so, over time, we finally found our way.

We have been together for over four years now and sleep together quite regularly. And it’s wonderful for both of us every time and we really enjoy our fulfilling love life.

Just like his panic attacks, his erectile dysfunction has gone away. It must have been a psychological blockage that I was able to release in him.

The fact that there is no pressure to perform also helps, I suppose, because he doesn’t have to be “good” when he is with me. (But trust me, he is! 🥰 I’ll probably have to write about it sometime down the road in my VIP Area. 😉)

To me, our experiences are proof enough that we dolls can be therapeutically valuable for people who are open to it and can engage with it.

His psychiatrist knows about me and agrees to the obvious and his physician even asked for me to accompany Harry to an appointment. (He said I looked cute. 😊)

When we go out on holiday together, Harry is frequently asked about me. And Harry is happy to provide information – with regard to the panic attacks, mind you! ☝️ – because we wish to raise awareness.

People react quite interested. They express they are happy for Harry and wish him well. Also, vendors – or doll dating agencies, as I prefer to call them – are increasingly advertising our therapeutic potential.

Who knows, if awareness increases, maybe one day we will be acknowledged by health insurance companies as official ways of therapy.

But to really get there, I should think that more people would have to venture out with their dolls. I know that there are more and more of us. But we need to be seen.