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We debated on whether or not to post this one, but we both thought our Tumblr followers would appreciate it.

Just a tiny bit of info about me…

I have a partner who I’ve been with on and off for years, but she does not take part in any aspect of the ddlg/abdl/kink lifestyle, and prefers that I don’t bring it up around her. I love her to death, but it hurts not being able to share this side of myself with her, or anyone else. After years of keeping it a secret though, I decided I no longer wanted to pretend that it wasn’t a huge part of my life, and searched for belonging online.

I tried a few forums and sites but nothing really panned out. Then one day I read a post on r/abdl and learned that Tumblr of all places has a massive and accepting community where you aren’t judged for liking diapers, or being part of a cg/little relationship. So I decides to create a blog, fully thinking, “Yay! I’m going to start interacting with people like me and explore this side of myself more! It doesn’t have to be a secret anymore!”

I was wrong…

In regards to the many directions a dom/little relationship can branch, this has been one of the most enlightening journeys I have ever been on. This dynamic is vast and encompasses a wide array of different kinks and life style choices, and even if some of it is not for me, I still think all of it is just spectacular! However, I did not see or feel the aforementioned acceptance that I had read about. All I have experienced since I began reaching out to people is silence, ghosting, and outright dismissal…

Though this has been incredibly depressing, and it does upset me deeply to think that a community like this one would be so avoidant of new members, I can’t help but understand why it’s so hard for male littles, switches, and doms to gain entry…

Now, before you all stone me to death, please hear me out…

During my time on Tumblr, for every individual blog I found that depicted amazing and beautiful dom/little or abdl relationships, or littles that just wanted to share their lives with the world, I found 10 that were just men objectifying women and misinterpreting/perversing the entire ddlg dynamic, twisting it into something it’s not. Blogs that conatined stolen images from sfw users with captions replaced to make even the most innocent littles into sexual objects. Blogs run by men that prey on littles, kittens, and other subs and use them to serve their own fantasies.

These blogs are without a doubt the most destructive part of this community, because it results in many unestablished users who are littles, abdl, switches, other kin, or anything in between being written off as just another “wannabe” or “creep” looking to score with a girl in a diaper. It robs new members who seek nothing but acceptance and inclusion of the ability to form new connections and friendships. It’s toxic, painful, and saddening. It makes me feel like, because of the way these men act, that I cannot be part of this lifestyle. Like I’m doing something wrong. Like I don’t belong…

But you know what? Despite what these kinds of blogs make people believe, no one should have to feel ashamed for who they are, and everyone deserves acceptance. Just because I have a dick doesn’t mean my status in the kink community is any less valid or important.

I am a switch.

I am an ab/dl.

I am pansexual.

I am a man.

And I am a valid member of this community

I don’t want to be a grown-up right now, so I need your help to make little again.

Take off my clothes. My grown-up clothes. I’m so exhausted from being an adult that I need you to do it for me. Please, take everything off slowly. I want to savior every moment of this transformation, for it alone helps ease my distress.

The last piece of grown-up clothing to go will be my panties. I bet they’ll be damp, but from what? It doesn’t matter, because I won’t be needing them anymore. I don’t want them anymore.

For that moment I’ll be naked, and I don’t like to be naked. It has nothing to do with being shy or self-conscious. I’m in my safe place and on my way to being little, so though grown-up feelings no longer exits.   I just need something against my body to cling too and bring me comfort. A security blanket. Except what I want isn’t a blanket. It’s a diaper.

Make me ask for it. Make ask you to change me into diaper. Make me tell you how much I love my diapers. Make me tell you how much I need and want them.

“Please, please change me into diaper. I don’t want to be a big girl anymore.” “I want wear big, thick diapers that make me waddle when I walk.” “I love how my diaper feels on me. Especially when you rub and pat my diaper.” “I’m too little for big girl panties and surely make puddles on the floor without the protection of a diaper.” “When I go potty in my diapers it feel so warm and wonderful. I want diaper to become bloated and I won’t to change it till it sags down to floor.” “I want to be a naughty little girl who needs diapers. Please, please put me in a diaper. Please”

The sound of a crinkling diaper always gives me butterflies. They’re the good kind of butterflies. The butterflies that make my stomach and my whole body tingle. Especially tingling down there.

Please, please pick me up, even if you’re just going to set me down again. When you set me down to put me in a diaper I’ll be good. I won’t kick or fuss, not even when the cold wipes tease my privates.

Tease me. Take your time. Make your movements slow and careful. Stop just to coo and baby-talk me. That will always make me blush and want to hide my face.

Praise me or scold me. It doesn’t matter. Am I a good baby for being so patient during my change? Or… Am I a naughty baby for needing diapers and wanting to wet them? Again, it doesn’t matter. Both will make me squirm and wiggle due to the overwhelming amount of butterflies in me.

Back to the diaper change~

Lotion and powder are a must. They smell so wonderful and further help start to shift into my little-place. They also require rubbing. A delicate gentle touch down there will always make me purr.

I’m ready. I’m so ready.

Once the diaper is on the contract is sealed. A big diaper for a little girl. I’m a little baby now and you’re charge.

My transformation will be complete. The diaper hides any hints of being an adult.

I think you hit a lot of the great points that resonates with my liking of diapers. The decompression that happens after strapping one on is a feeling like no other; everything just melts away. Being able to not have to worry about the bathroom no matter where I’m at; which is especially great for long road trips. The crinkles, the way it hugs my body, plus the comfort just overall soothes me. If I wear out I don’t want my diaper to crinkle too audibly though 😜 Diapers help relieve me of so much it’s like my special treat for myself 💖

1. The elastic around the waist and the insides of my thighs (and who can forget the part that cradles my little butt?)

2. The adorable, babyish print that makes me feel like a 3-year-old again.

3. The emotional comfort, safety, and security I feel when I’m swaddled in a diaper.

4. I’ve never felt more innocent than when I’m a diapered little girl.

5. The way my diaper expands and feels heavy between my legs when I fully wet it.

6. Poking and squishing, and squeezing, my soaked diaper. I mean, who can resist that?!

7. The sounds of the tapes or Velcro when I’m changing my diaper or simply playing with them.

8. The crinkling sound when I waddle around.

I’m 28 years old and since the age of 5 — possibly earlier — I’ve longed to wear diapers.

I started buying Goodnites when I was 20 years old and since then, I’ve bought/thrown them away on-and-off due to shame and embarrassment.

Just 2 months ago I purchased my first ABDL diapers and fell further in love with wearing diapers. They were “real” diapers to me.

Now, after a personal journey, I’m proud of this part of me. I fully embrace myself and I’m happy to express my diaper-wearing love in my little space with you all 🍼

But for me, there’s more to being an ABDL than showing off my padded butt with a paci hanging from my mouth in front of a camera.

This is not a story of late potty training, nor is it one involving childhood sexual abuse.

Instead, it is a story of a child’s love for her caregiver and loss. It revolves around a longing to be nurtured once again and loved unconditionally.

I am the youngest of four, each of us close in age. It really was “boom, boom, boom.” My Mom was pregnant for nearly three years straight. My Dad worked much of his younger years when we were growing up, leaving my Mom to care for all of us on her own. Postpartum Depression left her in a funk that impeded her ability to give me the attention and affection that I needed as a baby.

This is how I ended up with a nanny for the first 3 1/2 years of my life.

My Mom says she was my “everything” before she left one day at Disney World — a story for another time — and the first word uttered from my mouth was her name. Although I don’t possess visual memories with her, I vividly recall the strong emotional bond I had to this nanny.

And that is because it is the same feeling I get when I put on a diaper.

When I wear diapers, I feel the emotional warmth of being held in a motherly embrace and talked to in a soft, gentle tone. During stressful times throughout my life, I craved to wear diapers for this reason. They are my safety, my security — my emotional protection.

And diapers have never let me down.

(With that said, there’s definitely a physical component that draws me to wearing diapers as well, if you know what I mean, and I’m sure you do 😉)

it’s blurry but I think you can clearly see what’s happening 😉

Out of Training Panties, Into Diapers

Who would like to be in this position?

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