My last blog post was over six months ago (holy crap where did the time go?). In that post I shared about my loss of sleep and the pool of stress I found myself swimming in because of my sexuality realization. I’d had enough. I tried to push through this and figure this out all on my own, but I had finally reached a point where I needed professional help. I needed help to work through all of this…confusion. Without going into too many details about my sexuality struggles, this post outlines how I went about finding some professional help through therapy.
To say it’s been an interesting past few years would be an understatement. When I came out to my wife about my ABDL side, I thought that would be the most difficult conversation I would ever have with her. Fast forward a couple years, here I am with another major realization to share, “Honey, I think I’m bisexual…” Why is this change in sexuality surfacing now? This is disorienting and a lot to process. However, before I share these feelings with my wife, I need further self-reflection. Continue reading “Struggles with sexuality”
In my finding my identity post, I talked about little space. For me, little space is that “ewwy gooey” state where time seems to slow way down and I am fully regressed into my babyboy state-of-mind. This doesn’t happen frequently, so when it does happen I try to enjoy it the best I can.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to get into little space. Other times it’s not. For example, my wife and some of my close little friends know that if you just tell me “good boy” or “be a good boy” in the right situation, I will instantly melt. Continue reading “Unexpected Little Triggers”
Finding my identity
Within the kink community you have probably come across several identity or role terms like: ABDL, ageplayer, babyboy, babygirl, big, little, middle, brat, puppy, dominate, submissive, switch, babyfur and likely others. These might seem a little overwhelming as you try to find your own identity; they were for me. As I’ve started to meet others, I’ve also realized that these terms can mean different things to different people.
In this post I thought it may be helpful to share with you a little bit about how I found my identity.
Even though I have made amazing strides towards accepting my ABDL-self the past few years, I still occasionally struggle with self-doubt. As such, I am grateful for reminders to accept myself and others for who they really are. Sometimes these reminders come out-of-the-blue. Continue reading “Unexpected Reminders”
How to grow a zoo – of stuffed animals
Always loved stuffed animals, but didn’t think you could have your own as an adult? We explain why we have stuffed animals and three steps we used to build our own stuffed animal zoo. Continue reading “How to grow a zoo – of stuffed animals”
BelovedRex: What’s in a name?
Rex is not my given name but a nickname I go by in the kink and ABDL community. My username is BelovedRex. Once people learn Rex is a nickname, their next question is usually related to how I got said nickname.
5 Ways to Live Little Everyday
Most of my daily life these days is family and work related however, I have found some things I do nearly everyday to help me balance life with my little side.
The Day the Music Died
Authors Note: The following is a guest post from my wife, lets call her, KareBear. After reading the series I put together about My ABDL Journey, she wanted to write a post from her perspective after learning about my ABDL side.
I do not recall the words that were said the night my husband told me about his “little” side. I have no desire to try.
Over the past year or so, I have been trying to deepen some of my ABDL friendships. As an introvert, I have a relatively small inner circle of friends. The past few months, I have really come to appreciate my ABDL friends more than ever!
I usually message with a couple of my ABDL friends a couple times per day. One day, I was texting with, DLDex. As we were texting, I realized that the Boston Red Sox were coming to town to play the World Champion Royals in a 3-game series. Knowing that Dex was also a baseball fan, I made a half-joking comment that we should make a friendly, diaper based, wager on the series. We ran with it.