one day while i was in high school i was hanging out with my friend scott. scott was playing a game on his computer, and i was sitting on his bed reading a magazine. i noticed that between scott's bed and his wall he had a small piece of luggage and a small piece of bright neon pink/red fabric was peeking out of it. i was interested, and pulled on it. the top ("boobs part") of a skinny-teenage-girl-sized two-piece swimsuit came out of the luggage. i held it up, and said "ooh! what's
my mom found diapers (in my size) in my room when i was 16. when she confronted me, i was unprepared for the conversation. i've thought a lot about how it could have gone better and i figured i'd think out loud here.
what i did right:
- told the truth about liking diapers
- declined the offer of professional therapy
- didn't tell her before she asked
what i did wrong:
- kept stinky stuff in my room (causal factor)