In many ways it was probably one of the hardest conversations I ever had to have with someone.
*Quick facts about my life at the time*
I had been living with this girl for close to 5 years in a ?loving? control driven relationship, that was her fetish of course.
In the past twenty or so years, I have been caught, repeatedly I might add, by siblings, friends, others, who have left their individual opinions and scars on the matter, I should really thank them for that.
So to the story The night I chose to talk to her about my issues was sort of an involuntary choice, you see she wanted to do something, and I was having none of it, well because I was actually diapered, what can I say, I gotta have balls gettin into bed next to someone who doesn't know the truth, even if I waited better than an hour to go to bed. Woops I woke her up or something. Anyway she wants to play, and I am uncooperative, and so her feelings are hurt, and so, I proceed after some yelling and sobbing and all that, to tell her knowing full well the fragile nature of her system of values, about being a dl and what that is. Once again, crushing disappointment was something I got to feel.
Now for what ever reason I have found out in the past years, some people will connect Diaper fetishes to pedophilia, you know the games pedophiles play or some crap like that. This situation was no better, of course, and though I did eventually explain my way out of that steel trap, things seriously got much worse. Every little problem we had or were going to have now mysteriously became connected to diapers. Hense it was all my fault, of course it was.
So here is the learning part of all this, Even though someone loves you they may not accept your fetish, they are probably even going to try to change you, mentally, when they can not finally change you to something they can accept the only thing they can accept is good bye.
Be sure of who you tell, its such a short drive between we can work through this and I guess I was wrong.