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Admittedly I’m more of a reader than a writer and although I will post something here to the site occasionally, I find I’m more content consuming posts written by others here. I have recently given serious thought to writing a post about something infantilism related that I’m having a hard time dealing with. This post is more of an upsetting vent so I apologize if I end up bumming anyone out. It is certainly not my intention.
At the age of 15 back in the last 80s, I was unfortunately diagnosed as a juvenile diabetic. After all these years, decades later, the diabetes may be mostly ok but my journey toward self-acceptance of my little side has been a never ending disaster. When I turned 40 I came to the realization that I had inflicted so much damage unto myself emotionally and mentally, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and privately seek the help of a professional confidential ear. Those discussions lasted three months and while initially I’d like to think they helped, there is one thing I cant get passed. I have had periods where my head and my emotional state have really taken a beating. Off and on since I was a kid, the inner conflict was horrible, made even worse by no one to talk to. The psychologist I spoke to was great in helping determine that my regressive little side that for me kicked in at age 5 was as a result of serious early childhood trauma and divorced/dysfunctional broken family setting..
Ok so that whole thing makes sense! I can say the explanation I got between my early childhood issues and my desires to be little – in my case – are definitely connected!
The psychologist said something that threw me for a loop though. She asked, "Have you ever given any consideration to the possibility that your infantilism and your juvenile diabetes, specifically your diagnosis and the overall timing of it might have been connected?” I’m sitting there going, “huh?”
She said that juvenile diabetes is an autoimmune disorder and that although 1000’s of people in this country are diagnosed with autoimmune diseases everyday, did I think the issues were related? Her comment was that bio-medical researchers don’t know exactly what causes these immune dysfunction issues but there are a dozen or so suggested triggers. She even printed out the list for me to read. The 5th or 6th possibility was quote, “a pattern of chronic underlying, unresolved stress!”
She said… you have been dealing with this issue since you were little. It was neither discovered nor disclosed, one of the biggest issues with regressive littles is the fear of disclosure or accidental discovery, you and your family were involved with a repressive and very judgmental religious group and you had no one to talk to try and figure out why you were the way you were. At age 15 when your dealing with all the stress of this very personal issue, tada!! Autoimmune disease diagnosis!
That particular session was 8 years ago. I left her office even more depressed than I had been in quite sometime and my depression over that conversation and the multitude of times I’ve allowed my head to carry me to dark places has really scared me. With three months worth of visits, I firmly believe I found the trigger for my “ab" tendencies but I have moments where the despair over knowing my illness will not end well, as it doesn’t for many, was the direct result of my trying to escape into a comfortable fantasy realm where I escaped all the trauma I dealt with when I was little.
I am rambling. I’m suffering a serious an inescapable bout of depression and realize there are many of our fellow citizens out there dealing with real world grownup issues that are causing them stress and I feel guilty and selfish.
How in the holy hell do baby blankets, pacifiers, bottles, stuffed animals, and diapers translate into insulin pumps, insulin shock, bloodsugar issues, lab work, glucose meters, hospital stays and dietary restrictions? I have realized that the unhappiness I’m dealing with now is as a result of profound unhappiness earlier in life. Its cause and effect.
Lastly, this is not intended to inflict pain on you all in any way but there have been comments made with regard to the ab/dl community in comparison to the LGBTQ community. Whilst the world may have come to accept the amazing folks in the LGBTQ community, many here are hoping for and wishing for the same kind of acceptance. I don’t see it. We will never be tolerated, we will never be accepted! My depression says to me that ultimately there may be no place for us in normal society.
I don’t want to be sad and alone anymore. I don’t want to feel cursed.
Profound sadness, despair and paralysing loneliness.
I need candy…
At the age of 15 back in the last 80s, I was unfortunately diagnosed as a juvenile diabetic. After all these years, decades later, the diabetes may be mostly ok but my journey toward self-acceptance of my little side has been a never ending disaster. When I turned 40 I came to the realization that I had inflicted so much damage unto myself emotionally and mentally, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and privately seek the help of a professional confidential ear. Those discussions lasted three months and while initially I’d like to think they helped, there is one thing I cant get passed. I have had periods where my head and my emotional state have really taken a beating. Off and on since I was a kid, the inner conflict was horrible, made even worse by no one to talk to. The psychologist I spoke to was great in helping determine that my regressive little side that for me kicked in at age 5 was as a result of serious early childhood trauma and divorced/dysfunctional broken family setting..
Ok so that whole thing makes sense! I can say the explanation I got between my early childhood issues and my desires to be little – in my case – are definitely connected!
The psychologist said something that threw me for a loop though. She asked, "Have you ever given any consideration to the possibility that your infantilism and your juvenile diabetes, specifically your diagnosis and the overall timing of it might have been connected?” I’m sitting there going, “huh?”
She said that juvenile diabetes is an autoimmune disorder and that although 1000’s of people in this country are diagnosed with autoimmune diseases everyday, did I think the issues were related? Her comment was that bio-medical researchers don’t know exactly what causes these immune dysfunction issues but there are a dozen or so suggested triggers. She even printed out the list for me to read. The 5th or 6th possibility was quote, “a pattern of chronic underlying, unresolved stress!”
She said… you have been dealing with this issue since you were little. It was neither discovered nor disclosed, one of the biggest issues with regressive littles is the fear of disclosure or accidental discovery, you and your family were involved with a repressive and very judgmental religious group and you had no one to talk to try and figure out why you were the way you were. At age 15 when your dealing with all the stress of this very personal issue, tada!! Autoimmune disease diagnosis!
That particular session was 8 years ago. I left her office even more depressed than I had been in quite sometime and my depression over that conversation and the multitude of times I’ve allowed my head to carry me to dark places has really scared me. With three months worth of visits, I firmly believe I found the trigger for my “ab" tendencies but I have moments where the despair over knowing my illness will not end well, as it doesn’t for many, was the direct result of my trying to escape into a comfortable fantasy realm where I escaped all the trauma I dealt with when I was little.
I am rambling. I’m suffering a serious an inescapable bout of depression and realize there are many of our fellow citizens out there dealing with real world grownup issues that are causing them stress and I feel guilty and selfish.
How in the holy hell do baby blankets, pacifiers, bottles, stuffed animals, and diapers translate into insulin pumps, insulin shock, bloodsugar issues, lab work, glucose meters, hospital stays and dietary restrictions? I have realized that the unhappiness I’m dealing with now is as a result of profound unhappiness earlier in life. Its cause and effect.
Lastly, this is not intended to inflict pain on you all in any way but there have been comments made with regard to the ab/dl community in comparison to the LGBTQ community. Whilst the world may have come to accept the amazing folks in the LGBTQ community, many here are hoping for and wishing for the same kind of acceptance. I don’t see it. We will never be tolerated, we will never be accepted! My depression says to me that ultimately there may be no place for us in normal society.
I don’t want to be sad and alone anymore. I don’t want to feel cursed.
Profound sadness, despair and paralysing loneliness.
I need candy…
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