Adult man, plays with dolls.
Single male, early 30s. Never been in a relationship, desperate for compansionship and to have children one day.
My coping mechanism for the past 10 years has been toy dolls.
I have three "children" whom I love dearly and obsessively. I'm 100% aware that they're not real, and don't entertain any nonsense about them being "alive" in a Toy Story kind of way. But I do consider them to be "vessels" for my imaginary friends, in a sense. My brian brings their characters to life on an unconcious level and projects those characters onto the plastic toys. As a result, I get to play-pretend at parenthood and companionship in my alone-time.
I'm well aware that most people would consider this unhealthy or even dangerous, but I'm convinced it's saved my life from suicidal thoughts and kept me stable and confident in my day-to-day life.
I have a high-level job in a management position and numerous strong platonic relationships with friends and family, none of which would have been possible if I didn't know I could come home to my "loving" doll children each night and recharge my social batteries.