Sorry if I rambled for a little, wasn't expecting too
. I just wanted to paint a picture of the effort I put into hiding because it hurt a lot.
Until last year, very far removed. I grew up on a cattle farm where I was chasing 1000lb Bulls with a stick at age 6. I didn't have time to be soft or cute growing up when I would get off the school bus and I chase cows that broke out of our electric fences (it happened a lot) . Because of that I thought I had to keep being tough, I felt like I didn't have a choice. Now to paint a picture of me, I was a small guy at 100lb and was barely 5ft tall but I still ended up doing football the first chance I got. I wasn't good but I loved the game and I wasn't going to let my size hold me back. Did that for a few years and really submersed myself in tough sports, we even good enough to wrestle a year for my community college. I was a gym rat and that's who I thought I had to be. I'll even add that I went to college when I was 17, I was in a big rush to grow up
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Eventually college scared me with not knowing what degree to pick so my buddy got me an construction job in another state. Still this 18 year old, 120lb 5'3" guy doing construction didn't really fit me but I figured I'd do it while I "figure out life". Well figuring out life led me to joining the Navy. No, I wasn't a seal or anything combat related, I felt this was a good time to embrace a new side of nerdy me while still being a tough man. Had it in my mind if I do the toughest things that I was capable of, I could feel ok about my little side.
8 years later with multiple deployments to the Middle East, a divorce and etc. I finally find a mommy. I was still very tough for everyone to see and constantly overworked myself just to show I could do more than the others. Near the end of my military service I fell into a dark depression. Being a workaholic, an alcoholic (thanks navy) and refusal to truly acknowledge little me broke me one day.
Since then I've seen a few therapists and have just recently started blending in littleness into my adult persona (within reason of course). I'm tried of not being me, I lived for others standards of "normal" or toughness and what a man was for too long. Being a adult isn't about conforming to society's standards, but that's all I knew. No one really taught me to importance of self care and I personally thought that made me seem weak.
So a year ago you probably wouldn't of known. Maybe seen a short guy with a Napoleon complex in some military uniform, Just some average joe.
Me now? I'm quite reserved but if we're past the awkward introduction phase so I'm no longer shy, you'll definitely know. Only time I'm not padded is at work and I'm practically holding mommys hand wherever I go. I sneak in childish words in conversations like potty, tay, acknowledging things that are cute with a childlike excitement. It's nerve racking at times but I cheer people up now just by being around them. Before I always seemed busy or mad about something.
Personas work but I'm just tired of pretending. I'm just little ol' me now, I'm an adult at work but everywhere else I just do what I feel like as long as I am respecting others boundaries. No one has said anything to me, mommy's family knows about little me and I can legit say I am happy