Until one day it randomly clicks that some of the ways he takes care of you honestly seems more fatherly than brotherly, and decides maybe he should just lean into that instead.

He gives you even less agency, before he had you regressed just back to your teen years mentally, but now he’s adamant on keeping you very little. You can no longer do anything for yourself and he has to help you out with everything, what started out as this man just watching over you and making sure you were supported and had aide when needed has turned into him making it so you have to entirely rely on him for anything.

Babies can’t feed themselves like teens can, babies don’t walk like teens do. Your lexicon has all but devolved to a simple few words that you can barely pronounce properly, you’ve lost most of your bodily and mental capabilities and although you can’t remember what exactly it’s supposed feel like you still just can’t help but get a little frustrated over how you can’t speak or eat or walk! Frustrated with no way to express that no less!

"Shh, shh.. you know better. It's your bedtime, so just behave, please.."

Laying between two of your self-proclaimed caregivers (you would very much rather be kicking at them, smacking their hands back and calling them kidnappers) as they drape the blanket over eachother, scowling as they tuck your stuffie snug in your arms.

How weird it was, to be laying between your kidnappers who claimed themselves as your "parents". How absurd it was to be expecting a ransom call to anyone you knew before, but instead, they wanted to baby you.

The sweet tones, soft toys, warm blankets. Turning off any news channel or tossing out any newspaper with your missing portrait on it, saying it was for big kids, and you had pictures to color instead.

The blankets around you and your caregivers were soft, so warm and cozy, that if you closed your eyes, you could maybe imagine you were home, anywhere but here. It was easier to do that without the soft cooing towards you, the sweet whispering of your caregivers to eachother while they had you tucked between them.

Maybe you'd be fine with this under more willing circumstances.

Too caught up in his own thoughts to notice grandpa staring at him, noticing the sad, little expression on his face, remembering it well from when he was just a kid. Coming up with a plan to give both his kiddos his attention.. that night getting his son drunk to the point where he’s all pliable and needy, grandpa guiding him into his room and settling him beside his spot. Grabbing baby from their crib so they can all be together tonight, setting out a couple of things for tomorrow morning..

Dada waking up pressed into someone’s side, and shirtless for some reason? Looking up to see his dad already awake with baby sitting on his chest, playing with grandpa’s beard and fingers, babbling quietly before noticing their dada awake. Squealing out and grabbing the air towards their dada, but grandpa only pick them up and sets them back down where he was laying, ignoring the several questions coming from his son

Grabbing the items off the dresser and explaining why his heads probably hurting and why’s he’s not in his own bed. Shushing him when he tries to speak, pressing a big paci between his son’s lips before he has time to process it or argue. And slipping one of his shirts over dada’s head, helping get him through the armholes. All of this happening in less than a minute or two, dada trying to ask what’s going on but the plastic in his mouth making it basically unintelligible. Why hadn’t he tried to take it out?

Grandpa petting his son’s head and softly explaining the things he’s seen, ignoring the blush forming across his face. Telling him that today he’s gonna be dada’s little boy again and baby’s gonna be his sibling! He won’t have to worry about making any big decisions today, dada will handle everything

Like you've been kidnapped, and you have tried everything to escape but it soon becomes clear that this is impossible. So you just become angry instead, fighting your captor at every turn. You scream. You kick and hit. You try to break things. You throw your food.

And every single time, your captor just picks you up and places you in the same damn corner, neutral face, neutral voice, and says "five minutes."

Of course, you don't stay in one place. You run only to be picked up and placed back in the corner, the timer restarting, "five minutes." And again and again and again. Until you've exhausted yourself. Meanwhile, your captor has not shown an inkling of anger or impatience. They could do this all day.

You're a wreck, sitting slumped in the corner, face red and blotchy, hardly keeping your eyes open, and they haven't even done anything to you.

You almost want them to finally lose their patience, to shout at you, to hurt you, so that you can be proved correct. So that you can tell yourself they really are cruel and terrible and you were right to fight them all along. It does not make sense to you that someone would keep you hostage to take care of you. This gentleness is foreign to you. It has to be fake.

Finally, you've stayed in the corner for the full five minutes. They walk over to you, and kneel down.

"Do you know why I had to put you in the corner?" They ask.

You do not respond, but they don't mind.

"I had to put you in the corner because you kicked me. We must use gentle hands in this house. Do you understand?"

You nod faintly.

"I would like you to say sorry now."

"S'rry." You mumble, but it's enough.

"Good girl! Thank you, sweetheart. Let's go and have our lunch now, hm?"

A caregiver who understands you're only little and you will need time to adjust, of course. You're only misbehaving because you are lost and confused. You've been lacking structure and guidance for so long. They can see the little one underneath all the bravado, the one begging to be loved.

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i watched in real time as age regression began to become more widespread, and people began to use ageplay communities as their scapegoat towards normalcy. “i’m an age regressor, but i’m not like one of those FREAKS who sexualizes it” or “age regression and abdl are Completely different things with absolutely no overlap at all.” going so far as to make the default age regression flag specifically the “sfw age regression flag” (in what way is being age regressed Safe For Work? think about the terms you are using for two seconds) half of the age regression communities saying not to interact if you even Sometimes participate in kink, or if you’re even supportive of people who do. demanding people keep it “child friendly” completely avoiding any conversation about how loaded of a term that is to be using with no elaboration.

i’ve seen people who are into completely nonsexual age regression get ostracized for wearing diapers while regressed. because it’s “too kink-adjacent.” call out posts are written about them. there are blocklists for regressors who are too weird, too kinky, too “adult,” and so many of the people being called out are perma-regressors! people who are always regressed in some way, completely ostracized from their own community for the crime of having an adult body and adult body needs.

i’ve seen almost every resource on age regression refer to overlap between age regression and kink be described as “inherently traumatizing,” completely ignoring the wide variety of ways people can experience age regression, and especially, even if you Do believe it was “inherently traumatizing” for someone in littlespace to have sex, i don’t think i have ever seen any manor of exception made for middle regressors, probably because i frankly have never seen anyone ever acknowledge middle regressors in any sort of meaningful way. (this one’s for you middle regressors, i see you!)

it is totally fine to experience age regression in whatever way you experience it. i’m not saying you Have to get sexual about it. you don’t even have to be ok with seeing it. but you do have to be okay with the knowledge that there are kinky age regressors and they aren’t doing anything wrong. you do not get to excuse your puritanical worldview with your age regression. frankly, some of you need to be really unpacking what you think it means to be a child.

You're so little and tiny. Absoutely adorable, and because you're so small, you need help with those big feelings, don't you?