As I have just turned 60, I realise that I am finding it increasingly difficult to accept the image of that old baby reflected in the mirror. Growing old with this fantasy is a difficult ordeal... I am terribly envious of this generation which was born with the Internet, and which has not known, as I have, the solitude, the isolation, all the questions of the ABDLs who, for many years, felt very alone and unable to communicate. Today, with age and hindsight, I want above all and more than ever to find a way out, a therapy that will help me to move on, to overcome this addiction, even if it often offered moments of pure happiness. I have just turned sixty and it is time to grow up.