TacoGhost
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Hello fellow friends of adisc,
I need your all's help.
To start off, I have recently been diagnosed with a mental condition known as Bipolar disorder. I started some medication back in December and am trying to manage it as best as I can. I moved back in with my parents back in August to start seeking help because I was using "alternative" methods of medicating, and so far It's been good. My parents have been nothing but supportive of me through this process the entire time, and I love them very much for putting up with me and my quirks.
I have only just now accepted that my love of diapers will always just be a part of me. However, back in July this was not the case. I thought one of my parents discovered my biggest secret. I saw one of my Bambino Teddy's on the sidewalk next to the trash can in the open. The previous night I tied it up in a plastic bag, so I know this was no mistake. The anxiety absolutely overtook me to the point I had my first mood switch that led to my diagnosis a few months later. So after a long battle, even me questioning my relationship with God somehow. I purged and threw 3 perfectly good bags in the dumpster. Perhaps it was some form of PTSD because the anxiety made me absolutely sick and paranoid, just like it is now.
Fast forward to now. After dealing with a horrible depression downswing (I slept over 12 hours yesterday), in a moment of "I will do whatever it takes to make me feel better" I took the liberty of ordering some more, because it is truly the only thing that will make me feel better in my time of crisis.
To the point: Basically... how do I tell my parents about this? I've weighed the options, and with me starting to spiral down like this, I need one thing I can cling onto to help me. I know I should've had this discussion with them before I even ordered them... It's starting to make me sick with regret but I promised myself I cannot purge again. This is who you are! Diapers have been the subject of many of my night terrors and always fills me with regret. I cannot bring this up with any therapist because I fear the looks and judgement I might receive because this is such a delicate issue.
My parents, especially my mother, are really understanding and caring people. They fully supported me when I came out to them when I turned 18. And I don't really suspect there will be an issue with this (hopefully). How do I word this? I'm so lost and sick about this... Even reaching out to you all is making me feel a whole lot better. Thank you for taking the time to read this *hugs*
I need your all's help.
To start off, I have recently been diagnosed with a mental condition known as Bipolar disorder. I started some medication back in December and am trying to manage it as best as I can. I moved back in with my parents back in August to start seeking help because I was using "alternative" methods of medicating, and so far It's been good. My parents have been nothing but supportive of me through this process the entire time, and I love them very much for putting up with me and my quirks.
I have only just now accepted that my love of diapers will always just be a part of me. However, back in July this was not the case. I thought one of my parents discovered my biggest secret. I saw one of my Bambino Teddy's on the sidewalk next to the trash can in the open. The previous night I tied it up in a plastic bag, so I know this was no mistake. The anxiety absolutely overtook me to the point I had my first mood switch that led to my diagnosis a few months later. So after a long battle, even me questioning my relationship with God somehow. I purged and threw 3 perfectly good bags in the dumpster. Perhaps it was some form of PTSD because the anxiety made me absolutely sick and paranoid, just like it is now.
Fast forward to now. After dealing with a horrible depression downswing (I slept over 12 hours yesterday), in a moment of "I will do whatever it takes to make me feel better" I took the liberty of ordering some more, because it is truly the only thing that will make me feel better in my time of crisis.
To the point: Basically... how do I tell my parents about this? I've weighed the options, and with me starting to spiral down like this, I need one thing I can cling onto to help me. I know I should've had this discussion with them before I even ordered them... It's starting to make me sick with regret but I promised myself I cannot purge again. This is who you are! Diapers have been the subject of many of my night terrors and always fills me with regret. I cannot bring this up with any therapist because I fear the looks and judgement I might receive because this is such a delicate issue.
My parents, especially my mother, are really understanding and caring people. They fully supported me when I came out to them when I turned 18. And I don't really suspect there will be an issue with this (hopefully). How do I word this? I'm so lost and sick about this... Even reaching out to you all is making me feel a whole lot better. Thank you for taking the time to read this *hugs*