I have wock up feel fuzzy in my head. No it's not alcohol, one of my restrictions having a lifestyle of a Little is that I'm not allowed to get drunk. This is because if I do if I get suggestible and silly. And then it is not safe for me as I could find myself in a situation that is not good.
But I just won't to be "normel" what ever that is. I have been crying this morning.and hugging Peter Rabit alot a long with sucking on pasifer which is making fill better.
Just need someone to tell me I am a good boy, and everything will be OK.
The realisation a few days ago that I actually do need looking after. I've been looking after myself for years. But now I have my Paddy. will he stay? can I trust him?
But every one that I have put my trust in seem to go away. And it heats.
I kind of wish there was a home where Littles like me could go and hide and we would be care for in the right way.
Yesterday at last night I haven't worn and I don't really know why. I even went out not padded and I was OK but this morning I was neally wet the bed.
So this morning I am just wearing a nappy with my spider man cover and a t-shirt.
Why is this happening to me, why can't I come out of little space.
Fortunately I don't need to go to work today.
I would have had to force my self in to at least a middle head space.
I really can not remember felling the age that i am physically. If I really really push my self I can be a grown up. But I am back in my Little head before I know it.
Have I lost the plot. I am being really serious.
Is this Paraphilic infantilism, or autonepiophilia?
that will getting you Googling.
Sorry that this is a bit of a bowner.