GFofDL1012
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Hello,
I'm pretty desperate to try and understand this fetish. This is going to be long, but I feel it's necessary to give all the context I can.
I have been with my SO for 3 years. We live together, we adopted a cat together. We've made large purchases together. We were on track to get engaged/married, etc. I'm 36F (She/Her), he is 30M (He/Him), we don't want kids. I always suspected there were things he wasn't disclosing in the bedroom. I don't really know why I had that intuition, but I think deep down I knew something was up. I asked him several times over the course of our relationship in an attempt to get more intimate and to make sure that we were having a fulfilling sexual relationship. Every time I asked, he would give these half-answers, like "Not really. I like when you wear lingerie" and just kind of leave it at that. He really never delved very deep into the topic and I did not press him further because I had no reason to believe he was lying. We always had great sex, or at least very good sex.
I'm vanilla. I don't have kinks and I have a hard time with sex due to my past and body dysmorphia and so on. I don't understand kinks in general, but I also don't shame people for having them (as long as they are consensual and harmless). I'm really open-minded when it comes to other people's preferences, but for me I'm just not really into anything. Frankly, I could go the rest of my life without sex altogether and be just fine. I've indulged exes from time to time in their kinks, like candlewax, light bondage, that sort of thing.
Over the past two months my bf has gotten into wearing 'panties' which hadn't bothered me at all because they are comfortable for him. He gets hot at night and he said this was helping. He made it seem like he'd never tried them before and he was discovering organically with me that he enjoyed wearing them, that he had tried them out on a whim, or accidentally bought women's panties instead of the men's. He never insinuated it was sexual and never brought up sex when discussing them. I suspected it was sexual, but I didn't bring that up because I don't mind it and because I don't want to make him feel ashamed, so I just supported him and let him do his thing with no judgement.
His response to my accepting this was pretty unexpected. He told me that he loved me and was so grateful I didn't judge him. He just thought it was great that I was so accepting of this thing. This speech came randomly in the kitchen one night and was really out of character for him.
This was the precursor for later in the evening when he disclosed to me his diaper fetish. He calmly explained he likes to occasionally wear and wet diapers. He said it's rare that he indulges and does it only when he is alone. He said it gives him comfort and relieves anxiety. He told my I can ask any questions at any time.
My immediate response was to not rush to judgement and I reassured him I don't hate him and that this is something I might be able to accept, but I needed to process it. Then I proceeded to ask questions. Does he want me to participate? How often has he done it? When did this start? What does it feel like for you? And so on.
I think I was in shock, honestly. I barely slept that night and the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks that this man lied to me for 3 years.
I know this fetish is harmless and fine for whoever is into it, but I think it's a deal-breaker for a lot of people and truthfully it would have been one for me, too, 3 years ago when we started dating. I became overwhelmed with anger that he waited so long to tell me instead of letting me know from the start, or at the very least before I moved in with him almost 2 years ago. I probably would not have stayed with him if I had known then, but I didn't get the opportunity to make that choice until now, when our lives are so intertwined I don't know how to separate us. I feel manipulated. I feel lied to.
It occurred to me that he might have lied about the panties as well. He confessed when I asked him. He's been into that sexually since college.
I feel like I don't even know him and I don't know if I can trust him.
He explained to me the reason he never told me about the fetishes earlier is because I once told him about a man I went on two dates with who disclosed a diaper fetish to me on our first date. I stopped seeing him because I wasn't into the fetish and I was freaked out by it. I told my SO this story in our first month of dating (because I naively thought this was so rare - there's no way it could happen twice).
So I asked - Why would he even want to continue dating me if he knew I wasn't into this fetish? He told me that he never planned to tell me anything about it, but when he realized I was so accepting of him wearing panties, he thought he could free himself of the secret he's been hiding for years. No one else knows about it at all. He's never told anyone before.
I will be honest. I am grossed out by the diapers - I didn't say this directly to him because I don't want him to feel ashamed of his fetish and I don't want him to hate himself because of it. I'm not grossed out by the panties, but the diaper fetish is a lot. I'm repulsed by urine/feces. I don't know if I can get over it and I'm devastated that I may have to end this relationship. I'm devastated that he lied to me. He's on a business trip at the moment and I am trying to sort through all of this right now in my head.
His timing for telling me this (two days ago) was right before a week-long trip he is taking for work and two months before I am about to have a life-changing surgery that is requiring a lot of work and psychological healing leading up to it on my part. I want to die.
I want to be clear. I told him all of this and explicitly told him that I'm not angry that he has this fetish. I'm angry he lied. And I'm angry that I didn't have the opportunity to deal with this sooner. And his timing is horrible.
I told him that I want to go to couples counseling and I made an appointment to see a therapist for later this week. Truthfully I'm in complete crisis.
What do I do? Has anyone been in this situation? Can someone help me understand what is happening?
I'm pretty desperate to try and understand this fetish. This is going to be long, but I feel it's necessary to give all the context I can.
I have been with my SO for 3 years. We live together, we adopted a cat together. We've made large purchases together. We were on track to get engaged/married, etc. I'm 36F (She/Her), he is 30M (He/Him), we don't want kids. I always suspected there were things he wasn't disclosing in the bedroom. I don't really know why I had that intuition, but I think deep down I knew something was up. I asked him several times over the course of our relationship in an attempt to get more intimate and to make sure that we were having a fulfilling sexual relationship. Every time I asked, he would give these half-answers, like "Not really. I like when you wear lingerie" and just kind of leave it at that. He really never delved very deep into the topic and I did not press him further because I had no reason to believe he was lying. We always had great sex, or at least very good sex.
I'm vanilla. I don't have kinks and I have a hard time with sex due to my past and body dysmorphia and so on. I don't understand kinks in general, but I also don't shame people for having them (as long as they are consensual and harmless). I'm really open-minded when it comes to other people's preferences, but for me I'm just not really into anything. Frankly, I could go the rest of my life without sex altogether and be just fine. I've indulged exes from time to time in their kinks, like candlewax, light bondage, that sort of thing.
Over the past two months my bf has gotten into wearing 'panties' which hadn't bothered me at all because they are comfortable for him. He gets hot at night and he said this was helping. He made it seem like he'd never tried them before and he was discovering organically with me that he enjoyed wearing them, that he had tried them out on a whim, or accidentally bought women's panties instead of the men's. He never insinuated it was sexual and never brought up sex when discussing them. I suspected it was sexual, but I didn't bring that up because I don't mind it and because I don't want to make him feel ashamed, so I just supported him and let him do his thing with no judgement.
His response to my accepting this was pretty unexpected. He told me that he loved me and was so grateful I didn't judge him. He just thought it was great that I was so accepting of this thing. This speech came randomly in the kitchen one night and was really out of character for him.
This was the precursor for later in the evening when he disclosed to me his diaper fetish. He calmly explained he likes to occasionally wear and wet diapers. He said it's rare that he indulges and does it only when he is alone. He said it gives him comfort and relieves anxiety. He told my I can ask any questions at any time.
My immediate response was to not rush to judgement and I reassured him I don't hate him and that this is something I might be able to accept, but I needed to process it. Then I proceeded to ask questions. Does he want me to participate? How often has he done it? When did this start? What does it feel like for you? And so on.
I think I was in shock, honestly. I barely slept that night and the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks that this man lied to me for 3 years.
I know this fetish is harmless and fine for whoever is into it, but I think it's a deal-breaker for a lot of people and truthfully it would have been one for me, too, 3 years ago when we started dating. I became overwhelmed with anger that he waited so long to tell me instead of letting me know from the start, or at the very least before I moved in with him almost 2 years ago. I probably would not have stayed with him if I had known then, but I didn't get the opportunity to make that choice until now, when our lives are so intertwined I don't know how to separate us. I feel manipulated. I feel lied to.
It occurred to me that he might have lied about the panties as well. He confessed when I asked him. He's been into that sexually since college.
I feel like I don't even know him and I don't know if I can trust him.
He explained to me the reason he never told me about the fetishes earlier is because I once told him about a man I went on two dates with who disclosed a diaper fetish to me on our first date. I stopped seeing him because I wasn't into the fetish and I was freaked out by it. I told my SO this story in our first month of dating (because I naively thought this was so rare - there's no way it could happen twice).
So I asked - Why would he even want to continue dating me if he knew I wasn't into this fetish? He told me that he never planned to tell me anything about it, but when he realized I was so accepting of him wearing panties, he thought he could free himself of the secret he's been hiding for years. No one else knows about it at all. He's never told anyone before.
I will be honest. I am grossed out by the diapers - I didn't say this directly to him because I don't want him to feel ashamed of his fetish and I don't want him to hate himself because of it. I'm not grossed out by the panties, but the diaper fetish is a lot. I'm repulsed by urine/feces. I don't know if I can get over it and I'm devastated that I may have to end this relationship. I'm devastated that he lied to me. He's on a business trip at the moment and I am trying to sort through all of this right now in my head.
His timing for telling me this (two days ago) was right before a week-long trip he is taking for work and two months before I am about to have a life-changing surgery that is requiring a lot of work and psychological healing leading up to it on my part. I want to die.
I want to be clear. I told him all of this and explicitly told him that I'm not angry that he has this fetish. I'm angry he lied. And I'm angry that I didn't have the opportunity to deal with this sooner. And his timing is horrible.
I told him that I want to go to couples counseling and I made an appointment to see a therapist for later this week. Truthfully I'm in complete crisis.
What do I do? Has anyone been in this situation? Can someone help me understand what is happening?