I've been trying to be positive on this forum but it is so hard when you stare into your future and think "If I didn't have this diaper fetish, I wouldn't be so depressed." I know I can't get rid of it. I've tried. But I hate it nonetheless.
I enjoy the pleasure it brings me but I hate how it means I will probably never ever be able to find a woman and get married and have a family. No woman wants anything to do with ABDL unless they want to be the one in diapers.
What kind of absurdity made the existence of this fetish possible?
Why must I be cursed with an inability to become aroused to anything but ABDL?
WHY WHY WHY WHY????????
I wish I believed in God at these times, if I did then at least I'd have someone to blame.
EDIT: I SEE a psychiatrist. My depression has not yet been dealt with enough to even go into that yet. But I DOOOOOOOOOOO SEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAA SHRINKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, Okay???????