We can quibble over nomenclature all day. It doesn't matter. Within the scientific community, ABs, Littles, DLs, all fetishists. The term is infantilism, for the spiritually youthful crowd, but the science geeks with mind hacking degrees might've given DLs another name by now. Then there's AB as a syndrome, where people have gotten so messed up, they had their own small children babying them, and need help to get out. They're not sure if it's an addiction or what, but I wish they'd pick another name. Yikes!
I used to swear six ways to Sunday it wasn't a fetish. Now, there's no way I could possibly care less how the DSM (the psychiatrists', 'look 'em up manual' for issues) writers classify us, because the definition of fetish is a strong desire for something. There's a sexual connotation to the word fetish, which is what gives me brain itch, because the assumption is that every infantilist is sexual, not because of the denomination, but the connotation of fetish. We can like, love, live with, or lump the connotation, but as long as the move to depathologize fetishes goes through, who cares?
Age player is a nonscientific term for ABs, Sissies, Littles, Middles, Babyfurs or Cubs, Pups calves, whatever, and whatever relevant bigs, dominant or not. Bigs are age players too. That's all. Saying ageplayer doesn't mean more public, or brazen, or desirous to make people uncomfortable.
Now, do I believe that some people have youthful spirit more woven into the fabric of their personhood? Yeah. Do I think others, if represented as fabric, would be a bit more like patchwork quilts, with kid stuff and adult stuff sewn together, but in district patches? Yeah. DLs, depending on feelings, might feel a bit kiddie too. Even if not, they give us half of ABDL. Kinda hard to exclude them.
Ryan's been Ryan a long time. I trust him to classify himself.
Follow the SpAzpie logic.
One enters a room one has never seen anything like before. Things look very strange. It's an uncomfortable thing for most, so the option is given to leave, and one was warned ahead of time. The sound of something metal hits the floor.
The one, being new to it, gasps and shudders.
Hold out your hand.
The newbie does.
A new object is lifted up, with enough air behind it to make a loud sound, without hurting the newbie.
Did that hurt?
The newbie says no.
You see? Most of your fear is in your head.
Continue following me.
Ryan tags his videos with as many references as he can to ageplayer, ABDL, all kinda tags, warning, chances to leave.
He takes off his work clothes at Daddy's house, shows us his blocks, his many, many, many plushies, him picking out stickers to put on his fresh diaper, him having the first peanut butter-tasting cookies ever to not try to kill him. It must've been soy better.
He lets us see him feel his plushy getting ripped. He cries.
He plays in bouncy castles with friends.
He sleeps by himself on cute sheets at daddy's house.
He puts Googley eyes on everything in the kitchen.
He keeps other bedroom things so private, I'll never see any, I bet.
He modifies his behavior when he happens to be around people who don't get it.
He makes sure he's waaaaaassay in the forest, so if the tree that is a 20 something in a diaper falls, no one who doesn't wanna see or hear it, has to.
It's entirely new things, or things we hide, and noise. We aren't talking about objects anymore. Humans make noise and do things to say something. Why do those things and make that noise?
You see? Most of your fear is in your head.