Many Adult Babies fantasize about regression and having an understanding, kind, and loving partner, but for many of us, this seems rather unrealistic.
Many potential life partners, whether Heterosexual or Homosexual recoil in disgust and horror when confronted with the prospect of a soul=mate being an Infantilist/Adult Baby.
The gut reaction is that we are seen as satanic and evil, for wanting to relive very early childhood.
"Grow Up!", is what is screamed at us when our "true" infantile selves are discovered, either by accident or through the potential partner digging through our belongings and finding stuff like adult diapers, adult-sized plastic pants, along with various plushies and baby toys.
The reality, is that many of us end-up living a life of solitude and loneliness, fearful of being discovered, and then being misunderstood and severely emotionally hurt by others.
I am one of them.
I live a life of fear and shame that I simply want to be a little tiny baby again.
I have accepted and come to terms with my "Baby Side".
It took many years of being at war internally with myself, before acceptance came.
I regress alone here in the safety of my small bedroom here at home.
In my "refuge", I feel free to be the little baby boy I have wanted to be.
I do not and would never bother anyone.
Here in my refuge from the world, I interact and play with my true friends, my dollies and my plushies.
I play with my baby toys.
I feel safe here.
I feel wanted here.
Lastly I feel loved.
This is only temporary, since I do have a rich and rewarding adult life as a disability rights activist.
Anyway, I simply wanted to share my thoughts...