I had a wine induced break down over the weekend. I remember sobbing on the floor to my wife that I couldn't go on and was broken. She is now out of her mind with worry. I tried to tell her years ago about how I felt and through tears of shame and a brief break through of a lifetime of extreme shyness I was only able to get out that I liked to dress like a baby.
She freaked and fixated on the diapers. She suspects and disapproves of just the diapers. Now I'm faced with years later and a lifetime together, a kid ...and now Im thinking of telling her that I'm a little girl and a baby?
I read the article about who and should you tell. There was such a bad reaction the first time with my wife that I have been cramed in a closet for decades. I am afraid, I think I'm going to keep my mouth shut, I don't want to lose her.
I feel so needy vomiting up my problems to you guys. I just have no where else to go and you all seem sympathetic.
I stormed out of the house last night after an argument. She texted me and said she was sorry, I texted her back and said me too. I then said something along the lines of, sorry for not being man enough for you I don't think I ever was. (Part of this is from me being unable to perform, not me being nasty to her, more shame)
I know, I'm trying to tell her. I made her want to have this talk, but I don't want to face the music. I am so happy to hear of good results for some of you, I just don't think it's in the cards for me.
Does anyone have any advice or maybe a different article that covers this? Don't know how to say I'm a lg/dl but don't worry I think I'm straight. If anyone found out about me I would just die...and now I want to tell her...
I maybe attempting to tell her because my diaper use is way up. I'm wearing at times in public, under clothing for sure, but this is big for me. I certainly wear under clothes around her more. After we went to bed the night of my break down I got up to get sick. When I woke up the next morning I had a binki in my mouth and a diaper on under my leisure pants I sometimes sleep in.
I got away with it and could not understand why I would do that, except in my drunken stooper I felt I needed it. I quickly sneaked down stairs and hid everything.
I feel like I'm confessing a crime. Very sorry to all for the blog like diatribe.