How *NOT* to come out to your mother
by, 10-Jul-2011 at 03:21 (1168 Views)
Ah, the young and the dumb. Or, in my case, the not-so-young and the should-have-really-done-more-research-first.
No one on this site knew me before 2009, with the only exception being the long forgotten luvlee, who knew me more than a year before that. Well, in the fall and winter of 2007, I was doing a lot of soul searching. I was primarily looking up things on the internet, and at first, those things all had to do with the ABDL scene.
It was not the first time I had ever seen anything about the scene, but it was the first time I was ever giving it a thorough look. It's when I found out about any of the terminology specifically related to this culture. While I specifically loved the initial 'joy' of finding De... let's just say the worst place out there, I soon had my world rocked (for the better) by Understanding Infantilism.
At this time in my life, I had no friends, period. No one in my life to talk to, no connections online. Nothing. I was struggling with full time school and almost full-time work at a job that was a terrible environment for me. All of this came at the end of years of stress and being incredibly high-strung. Long story short (too late!), I pretty much ended up loosing my mind, to an extent.
I decided, in this near-insane state, that I had to tell someone about my diaper interests, and the only ones in my life still were my parents and my brother. I remember telling my brother about it one of those evenings, the night of my 20th birthday, as a matter of fact. It was relatively tame, and I agreed to keep a secret of his in exchange. Easy, no rejection. It helped, a little, but I still felt the need to tell more.
I told my dad, but that was during a late night chat. I showed him a couple sites and asked him if he had any suggestions for dealing with 'odd interests.' He was also fairly accepting, and sort of ended by saying that he guessed I'd have to find someone willing to change a man's diaper for a wife.
So, at this point, after two coming out stories that were arguably wildly successful, I decided it would be a great idea to tell my mom. Telling my mom was not stupid; it's how I told her that was very dumb, and it's nothing I can ever recommend to anyone here (nor would I!).
One winter morning, shortly after I turned 20, my mom and I were alone in out house. I had recently made my first ever diaper run, securing a pack of Kroger brand adult pull-ups. They were horrible and couldn't hold anything, but at that time they were amazing and felt like freedom. My mom was busy doing the laundry in the living room, and I was upstairs in my room contemplating how to tell her about my bizarre interest.
At long last, I decided I had came up with the most ingenious plan. I got myself ready, and came downstairs to where my mom was folding towels. So, I sat down on the couch next to her, wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and a diaper.
Much to my surprise, she didn't even seem to notice, and continued folding the towels. I told her I had something to show her, and explained it that it was 'a bit different' but that it was 'perhaps just my way of expressing myself.' I pretty much had to force her to look at me, and even then it took her a moment. I practically had to point out to her that I was wearing a diaper!
She kind of stopped for a moment, a bit shocked by what she saw, which is by no means a surprising reaction. However, after a few moments of the most intense awkwardness I have perhaps ever felt, she ended up actually accepting my wearing diapers. The first thing she told me was basically, "It would have been good for you to have just told me 'mom, I'm wearing a diaper.'"
I have no idea how this ever worked out for me, but we then had a small discussion where I outlined the reasons why I did it and shared with her that I had been thinking about diapers my whole life and that it for years felt like I had some sort of curse by being so obsessed with them. I told her that I intended on using them at times, but that I was otherwise going to be a 'normal' person.
I discussed the community a bit and how I had 'read a lot of posts by people in it' and that I didn't feel connected with most of them at all. I felt repulsed by many of them (granted, the only site with 'posts' I had seen yet at that point was that 'D' site). Finally, I went back up to my room to change back into my underwear
Several months later, I got my wits back and no longer sought to be so open about it, lol. Since then, I have been wearing diapers to bed every night. My parents know I'm doing it, and allow me to have some room in a hidden spot under the steps in the basement. They are okay with me doing it so long as I'm discreet and don't go crazy with it, which I haven't, since then at least.
So, long story short guys: please don't come out by wearing nothing but a shirt and a diaper. I don't know where I got the idea to do that, but I did it. I just thank God my mom is so accepting, lol.
I was told on a Skype call last night that I should share this as a blog post, so I did.