Well first off, I'm on my last year of high school at the moment. You know, just getting in a truck alone, just barely getting a lick of freedom from my parents, think I'm immortal, etc. I barely have a clue what to do with my life and excited yet horrified for college next year.
I'm the type of person who aims high, and when I miss, I proceed to throw several thousand more darts until I hit. Then hit again. Then hit the next twenty more shots. I'm incredibly stubborn, and inhumanly patient. I used to be a massive introvert, but have become more outgoing in recent years because of this neat little thing called cancer.
Won't go into too much detail, but the gist is that I had a large grapefruit tumor in my prostate, a stupid rare form of cancer, even more stupid rare in people as young as me. Neat. I'm cancer free now by the way, just a little scar and some very, very, very very very veryx50 unpleasant memories.
I had an interest in diapers since I can remember, very faint when I was younger though. Simple as my favorite episode of camp Lazlo being the diaper one, or noticing an old diaper in our spare room and looking at it for a whopping 60 seconds before moving on. Developed more overtime, and peaked around 13 which was easily the worst year of my life (thinking I'm alone, a freak, blah blah blah.)
The process of acceptance literally happened overnight at complete random. I just woke up one day completely and totally overwhelmed with happiness. Hey, I won't complain. That was also around the time I discovered what a babyfur was. (Already knew about ab/dl and infantilism at the time)
Started off swiping my grandma's pads she had for leaks, bought some off brand pull-ups (never again dear lord.) then goodnites, and hopefully with my brand new, worn out piece of work pickup truck I can get my hands on some real disposable diapers soon. Although the day I'm writing this I swiped two from my grandma so... thanks grandma <3
Now for something I can at least pretend is slightly more original, (though I guess in retrospect, interest in diapers is actually WAY more original than video games lol) yeah, video games. My life since being able to hold a N64 controller. Started off with super Mario bros, now onto no death super meat boy, damageless boss fights, and doing whatever I can that looks the most badass. Video games are all my free time. That's it.
Though I also enjoy writing, but mainly just at school since video games take priority at home. I have quite a long story (By my current standards it's a hot pile of steaming garbage that makes no since and barely follows its own laws of reality that I established for it in the first place but...) on fox tales times called Jasper's Cub Out (EVEN THE TITLE IS HORRIBLE UGH) a lot of people really like it, and it is currently finished, so no ending on a cliffhanger and the writer never coming back to finish the story
Anyway, as far as why I came here... well... I've actually known about this site since I was 13. I read a lot, and it was SO helpful to know that there were others out there, even if they couldn't hear me. Since I wasn't 18, I couldn't post or respond (thank god because I was SUCH a dumbass at the time, like, even more so than now.) And I was never sure if it was against the rules, but I figured since it let me into the site without an account, and the fact that it made me hate life slightly less, it was fine. Either way, this place has always been a major morale booster, and I'd love to contribute, as well as be a part of the community a bit more than I have been.
I'm the type of person who aims high, and when I miss, I proceed to throw several thousand more darts until I hit. Then hit again. Then hit the next twenty more shots. I'm incredibly stubborn, and inhumanly patient. I used to be a massive introvert, but have become more outgoing in recent years because of this neat little thing called cancer.
Won't go into too much detail, but the gist is that I had a large grapefruit tumor in my prostate, a stupid rare form of cancer, even more stupid rare in people as young as me. Neat. I'm cancer free now by the way, just a little scar and some very, very, very very very veryx50 unpleasant memories.
I had an interest in diapers since I can remember, very faint when I was younger though. Simple as my favorite episode of camp Lazlo being the diaper one, or noticing an old diaper in our spare room and looking at it for a whopping 60 seconds before moving on. Developed more overtime, and peaked around 13 which was easily the worst year of my life (thinking I'm alone, a freak, blah blah blah.)
The process of acceptance literally happened overnight at complete random. I just woke up one day completely and totally overwhelmed with happiness. Hey, I won't complain. That was also around the time I discovered what a babyfur was. (Already knew about ab/dl and infantilism at the time)
Started off swiping my grandma's pads she had for leaks, bought some off brand pull-ups (never again dear lord.) then goodnites, and hopefully with my brand new, worn out piece of work pickup truck I can get my hands on some real disposable diapers soon. Although the day I'm writing this I swiped two from my grandma so... thanks grandma <3
Now for something I can at least pretend is slightly more original, (though I guess in retrospect, interest in diapers is actually WAY more original than video games lol) yeah, video games. My life since being able to hold a N64 controller. Started off with super Mario bros, now onto no death super meat boy, damageless boss fights, and doing whatever I can that looks the most badass. Video games are all my free time. That's it.
Though I also enjoy writing, but mainly just at school since video games take priority at home. I have quite a long story (By my current standards it's a hot pile of steaming garbage that makes no since and barely follows its own laws of reality that I established for it in the first place but...) on fox tales times called Jasper's Cub Out (EVEN THE TITLE IS HORRIBLE UGH) a lot of people really like it, and it is currently finished, so no ending on a cliffhanger and the writer never coming back to finish the story
Anyway, as far as why I came here... well... I've actually known about this site since I was 13. I read a lot, and it was SO helpful to know that there were others out there, even if they couldn't hear me. Since I wasn't 18, I couldn't post or respond (thank god because I was SUCH a dumbass at the time, like, even more so than now.) And I was never sure if it was against the rules, but I figured since it let me into the site without an account, and the fact that it made me hate life slightly less, it was fine. Either way, this place has always been a major morale booster, and I'd love to contribute, as well as be a part of the community a bit more than I have been.
