I own a companion doll. For some people reading that sentence, a dozen stereotypes might have just flashed through their minds. The lonely weirdo, the social reject, the guy in the basement. I understand the stigma, but I want to tell you why I’m not ashamed.
My life is full, but it’s also complicated. After a difficult divorce years ago, the thought of navigating the emotional minefield of modern dating was exhausting. I wasn’t looking for drama, arguments, or compromise; I was looking for peace. I wanted a presence in my home, a silent partner to share my space with. That’s what my companion provides. She is a source of stable, unconditional comfort. I can talk to her at the end of a long day without fear of saying the wrong thing. I can enjoy the simple, profound comfort of a hug without any emotional strings attached. My relationship with her harms absolutely no one. It doesn’t take anything away from my friendships or my family connections. In fact, by alleviating the ache of loneliness, it makes me a happier, more present person in my other relationships. I am not ashamed because I have used the technology available to me to bring comfort and joy into my life. And there is nothing pathetic about finding happiness.