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...to my mother.
Now, before you start throwing stones at me... I've been having some health problems lately and this afternoon got a call from my doctor's office. I thought when they called me on Friday and said my test results were good they meant they all were, but I've been informed that it looks like I have a little bit of pulmonary hypertension or some shit and that I need to go to the cardiologist, in addition to my high cortisol levels and need for a endocrinologist. I read about it, got scared, my mother tries to comfort me... and I figured, it was time. Time to stop playing this stupid game and sneaking around to fulfill my desires. If I'm going to have these health problems... I just can't keep hiding what comforts me the most.
I told her I had something to talk to her about and to wait outside my bedroom until I was ready. I got out my diaper box and set it on my bed, called her in, and asked her what she saw. She was more concerned about where the box came from at first and then finally started examining the contents and said ''Diapers... why?''
I gave her the the brief run-down and to make a long-story short... She's OK with it. She's fucking OK with it... I don't have to hide anymore. She said I never had to hide, that keeping this inside was bad for my health... That I could tell her anything, even if I was a lesbian... I said I'm actually asexual. I said my therapist knows, my psychologist knows... showed her the paperwork from my psychologist.
I'm just... still emotional about it, I don't have to hide anymore... to be continued I guess...
Now, before you start throwing stones at me... I've been having some health problems lately and this afternoon got a call from my doctor's office. I thought when they called me on Friday and said my test results were good they meant they all were, but I've been informed that it looks like I have a little bit of pulmonary hypertension or some shit and that I need to go to the cardiologist, in addition to my high cortisol levels and need for a endocrinologist. I read about it, got scared, my mother tries to comfort me... and I figured, it was time. Time to stop playing this stupid game and sneaking around to fulfill my desires. If I'm going to have these health problems... I just can't keep hiding what comforts me the most.
I told her I had something to talk to her about and to wait outside my bedroom until I was ready. I got out my diaper box and set it on my bed, called her in, and asked her what she saw. She was more concerned about where the box came from at first and then finally started examining the contents and said ''Diapers... why?''
I gave her the the brief run-down and to make a long-story short... She's OK with it. She's fucking OK with it... I don't have to hide anymore. She said I never had to hide, that keeping this inside was bad for my health... That I could tell her anything, even if I was a lesbian... I said I'm actually asexual. I said my therapist knows, my psychologist knows... showed her the paperwork from my psychologist.
I'm just... still emotional about it, I don't have to hide anymore... to be continued I guess...