gnd567
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Ever since I was a small child, making music has been my world. My desire to create music reignited my father’s passion for it too and we’ve spent nearly 15 years playing music together professionally. We spend many hours ever day working on some aspect of the business Our current band has been together five years and we’re starting to make a bit of real progress: airplay, local tv appearances and slightly better gigs
We only play live about 4-5 times a month but we work on it nearly every day. He also drives me to and from my main job, which involves playing guitar in a cover band 3-4 nights a week.
For the longest time, this is all I’ve ever wanted: to play music on the road.
But recently, I’ts becoming clear that this ISN’T all I want!. I want to continue playing music for a living but I also want something else.... a mommy.
If I were a normal, sighted person that wasn’t attached to his father at the hip, I could maybe get up the courage to go to a little’s munch and meet fellow ab’s and maybe a mommy.
But I can’t. I can’t take off without him because I never do. If I did, he’d know something was up. He’s nearly the only person drove me anywhere. He knows I have some social anxiety and he knows that I suffer from impotence and have never had a girlfriend and have never talked about watching one. He knows I have no real friends or side hobbies either.
I could tell him the truth but I really don’t want to. He kinda knows about the diapers. He opened a box of them once by mistake. I think he thinks they’re for medical reasons though because I wouldn’t go into it.
He’s so proud of me for not giving up despite all I’ve been through and he’s extremely proud of the music we make together and the bond we have. I’m pretty much the only thing he’s got because my sister moved out and my mother suffers from a lot of depression and I believe she has some resentment for him because he had to retire on disability.
If I told him about aBDL, CGL and mommies I think he’d freak. He’old school. He’s been known to have a difficult time with people living what you might call an “alternative lifestyle.”
I love music. It’s what I do. It’s a big part of who I am but my baby side is equally important to me and it’s suffering.
Part of me wishes I could just say “Screw it! Who cares what they think?’ But I can’t because my whole life could be turned upside down....
Worst part is it’s getting too hard to hide my sadness. They’re starting to see it. I try to hide it by pretending to have something to do in my room. I go there to cry into my pillow so nobody Heres me.
All I really want is to be put in a diaper, watch some Paw Patrol, drink some milk and snuggle up with my bear for a peaceful nap. Is that really that bad? Am I really wrong for wanting this? I’d do anything to make the pain go away.
Why does it have to hurt so damn bad?
We only play live about 4-5 times a month but we work on it nearly every day. He also drives me to and from my main job, which involves playing guitar in a cover band 3-4 nights a week.
For the longest time, this is all I’ve ever wanted: to play music on the road.
But recently, I’ts becoming clear that this ISN’T all I want!. I want to continue playing music for a living but I also want something else.... a mommy.
If I were a normal, sighted person that wasn’t attached to his father at the hip, I could maybe get up the courage to go to a little’s munch and meet fellow ab’s and maybe a mommy.
But I can’t. I can’t take off without him because I never do. If I did, he’d know something was up. He’s nearly the only person drove me anywhere. He knows I have some social anxiety and he knows that I suffer from impotence and have never had a girlfriend and have never talked about watching one. He knows I have no real friends or side hobbies either.
I could tell him the truth but I really don’t want to. He kinda knows about the diapers. He opened a box of them once by mistake. I think he thinks they’re for medical reasons though because I wouldn’t go into it.
He’s so proud of me for not giving up despite all I’ve been through and he’s extremely proud of the music we make together and the bond we have. I’m pretty much the only thing he’s got because my sister moved out and my mother suffers from a lot of depression and I believe she has some resentment for him because he had to retire on disability.
If I told him about aBDL, CGL and mommies I think he’d freak. He’old school. He’s been known to have a difficult time with people living what you might call an “alternative lifestyle.”
I love music. It’s what I do. It’s a big part of who I am but my baby side is equally important to me and it’s suffering.
Part of me wishes I could just say “Screw it! Who cares what they think?’ But I can’t because my whole life could be turned upside down....
Worst part is it’s getting too hard to hide my sadness. They’re starting to see it. I try to hide it by pretending to have something to do in my room. I go there to cry into my pillow so nobody Heres me.
All I really want is to be put in a diaper, watch some Paw Patrol, drink some milk and snuggle up with my bear for a peaceful nap. Is that really that bad? Am I really wrong for wanting this? I’d do anything to make the pain go away.
Why does it have to hurt so damn bad?