takashi

Welcome to my blog :) my name is Takashi, but I go by Shiro. I was born in Japan but my family immigrated to the United States when I was very young.

I’m 25 years old and a caregiver to a lovely little boy. I consider myself a forever carer as it aligns with my personality and nature.

I’m a gay man and I’m in a polyamorous relationship with two perfect boys. One of which is my co-carer, and the other is the regressor we take care of.

I have ptsd and ocd, and caregiving helps me cope with them.

My interests are photography, space, reading, and gardening. Some things I like are rain, sweaters, car rides, early mornings, and babies.

I often daydream about having children of my own someday, but that’s not something I see myself pursuing. I’m very much content with my life and relationships as they are, and neither of my partners want children which I’m okay with. Caregiving is a great outlet for me and I’m happy to continue with just dreaming of being a father.

Some of my triggers are loud sounds like fireworks, military content, holidays, or chat about it, hospitals and medical things, and being asked about my trauma. Please be mindful of this when interacting with me. Anyone who tries to use my triggers against me will simply be blocked. I don’t think it’s acceptable to trigger anyone on purpose.

Some positive triggers of mine are babies, book talk, Japanese culture, talking about my caregiver space, aesthetic organization, and shopping for my kiddo.

On this account I’ll share scenarios and possibly some advice for caregivers. I’m more active on my instagram!

Please read my DNI before interacting with my account!

Baby climbing into bed sporting his ears and tail, making little barking noises and carrying his favorite chewy in his mouth.

I giggle and reach out to give him pets, cooing to him and calling him a good boy.

“Here, puppy, paw?” I hold out my hand and wait for him to give me his, laughing softly as he scrambles to give it to me.

I smile and shake his paw, making him wag his tail and bark. “What a good boy!! Who’s my good boy?”

He perks up and paws at me excitedly, “memememe!!!” He gives a few barks and I gently pet him

Adding this to my page for my own comfort/peace of mind :)

Toys (rattle, tiny blocks, mini magnetic tiles)

Pacifier’s + clips (and pacifier wipes!)

Teether toys

Sensory toys (tangle, nee-doh, fidget cube)

Sippy cup/Cute water bottle

Snacks (puffs, yogurt bites, graham cookies)

Diapers/pull ups and wipes (if your tiny needs them)

A change of clothes/Comfy clothes

A bib

Sensory aids (ear defenders/loops)

A little friend (plushie, small toy/doll)

Medicines baby might need (tylenol, any prescription)

Wipes (baby wipes, antibacterial wipes)

A small treat (incase baby gets fussy)

Coming upstairs to find baby playing dolls in bed, making up scenarios with them and dressing them up, giving each a cute little voice.

I watch from the doorway with a small smile on my face, happy to see baby so content.

I give a quiet knock to the door and pretend I’m just entering, feeling a frown tug at my lips when baby blushes and drops his doll

“Awh, baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to be shy..” gently stroking his cheek and sitting on the bed with him.

“What are we playing, huh?”

“Mm.. goin on adventure..”

“Ooh! How fun!” I run my fingers through one of the dolls hair, “where are we going?”

Baby explains his elaborate story to me, a tiny smile on his face accompanied by his cute blush.

“Wow! You’re so creative, sweetheart. You’re so cute.”

Pressing a kiss to his head and giggling as he blushes some more.

And then he gets shy again all of a sudden, fidgeting with his shirt.

“Dada?..” he murmurs, not looking up at me.

I tuck a piece of hair behind his ear and reach out to rub his hand comfortingly. “What is it, buddy?”

“Do u think ‘m weird for playing with dollies?..” he whimpers softly, making my heart ache.

“Oh, no.. honey, of course not. There’s nothing weird about that, darling, nothing weird about you.”

“I jus.. playin’ with dollies isn’t..”

“For boys?”

He nods shly.

“Of course it is, sweetheart. You’re my sweet boy and you play with dollies, hmm? That’s okay. There’s nothing wrong or weird about it, it makes you happy.”

“I guess so..”

“And I like playing dollies too! Daddy’s a boy, huh? Daddy likes dollies.”

This makes baby giggle a bit, “daddy does?..”

“Well of course he does! I like playing anything with you, baby. And playing Dollie’s is fun! You get to dress them up and play with their hair!”

Baby nods, “mhmm, n make stories!”

Every year on the Fourth of July I find myself hiding underneath the covers..

When the fireworks begin to go off I find it impossible to resist the urge to flee.

I try and cover my ears, attempting to shield myself from the noise.

My brain and anxiety work hand in hand to freak me out, forcing me to think of all these horrible scenarios.

I can’t escape my thoughts and everything feels so overwhelming and scary.

But then I feel the gentle touch of bubbas calloused hands, carefully working to untangle my hands from my hair, and then baby’s there, too, carefully slipping his ear defenders over my ears.

I let out a grateful whine and baby curls up against my back, wrapping his arms around me and giving me his stuffie to squeeze.

Bubba lays with us, draping an arm over us and kissing my forehead.

Baby presses kisses against my back, providing me with a low stimulation comfort.

When I finally come back to myself we all curl up under the covers, putting on a safe movie.

Our dog finds his way into our little hiding spot, curling up in my lap and letting me pet him.

Going to pride with my boys, holding babies hand and ensuring he doesn’t wander with our wristie leash. I’m still a bit worried about bubba, but he’ll probably be alright..

Baby’s dog rides in the stroller for now, watching all the people that we pass.

Bubba bought him a little rainbow bandana, looking proud of himself as he tied it on him.

He doesn’t have his red vest on right now since me and bubba are here to keep an eye on baby, but it’s tucked into my bag just in case.

Baby walks ahead with bubba for now, but I feel comforted by the little tug on my wrist, ensuring me he’s never too far out of my sight.

We all have a wonderful time watching the parade, baby holding our hands and pointing when he sees something cool, happily accepting thrown candy and other fun things.

Bubba seems to be enjoying himself as well, waving his little bisexual flag and glancing at baby every now and then to check on him.

After the parade is over we head to get some food, admiring people’s fun outfits and enjoying people watching.

The music from the entertainment is too loud for baby, so we watch from a comfortable distance, spreading out on a picnic blanket.

Bubba plays fetch with our dog, ruffling his fur and pressing kisses to his snout. He gives a prideful “thank you” whenever someone compliments the dogs color, a dyed blue mixed with his natural black patches.

When baby starts to get tired we resolve to pack up, offering him some water and a gentle kiss.

He falls asleep on the way home, snuggling his puppy who’s laid his head across his lap.

I squeeze bubbas hand from the passenger seat, giving him a proud smile and leaning over for a quick kiss, feeling happy as ever that I get to celebrate with our little found family.

Hi guys, just hopping on to ask that if you’re interacting with my account/enjoying my account, please only do so if you’re an agere/inner child account, or otherwise not NSFW!

I have no problems with kink communities, I just don’t feel comfortable with that kind of interaction on this page as it’s a safe space for me!

I understand that I may not have made this clear in the past and I apologize, but I do ask that if you’re a kink account, that you cease interacting with me/nm

Thanks! :)

Baby surprising me and bubba with breakfast in bed on daddy’s day.

Giving us each a kiss on the cheek and a special handmade card, as well as a little heart shaped box painted special for both of us.

We each give him a big hug and share breakfast together, while me and bubba exchange a quiet look debating the state of the kitchen.

Baby asks us to go out for the day and do our favorite things, get ice cream and go for a walk in the park, picking flowers for both me and bubba.

When night falls bubba drives us out away from the city in his truck and we climb in the back once we reach the special hill.

We look up at the stars together and point out constellations, curled up under tons of blankets to keep us nice and warm.

Baby ends up falling asleep between us, holding both our hands tightly.

Me and bubba lean over him to exchange a gentle kiss, whispering, “happy daddy’s day” to each other and agreeing that this is the best life we could have ever asked for.

Happy daddy’s day to trans daddies

Happy daddy’s day to daddies without tinies

Happy daddy’s day to daddies who are gay

Happy daddy’s day to daddies who are straight

Happy daddy’s day to daddies who struggle today

Happy daddy’s day to daddies with bio kiddos

Happy daddy’s day to reborn daddies

Happy daddy’s day to daddies who are genderfluid

Happy daddy’s day to daddies who don’t fit the “caregiver stereotype”

Happy daddy’s day to plus size daddies

Happy daddy’s day to neurodivergent daddies

Happy daddy’s day to daddies who are still learning how to be the best daddy they can be

Happy daddy’s day to flip daddies

Happy daddy’s day to new daddies

Waking up in the morning to the bed jostling, rolling over and pulling the blankets closer. I feel a warm body press up against my back and tiny arms wrap around me, and I nearly let myself fall asleep for a moment before blinking awake and rolling over.

Baby lays curled up next to me, his hair all messy from sleep and his eyes still a little droopy, but he has the cutest little smile on his face.

I pet back his bangs and press a soft kiss to his forehead, “good morning, baby.”

He giggles softly and holds onto my shirt, his favorite stuffie tucked under his arm. “Hi dada!” He greets cheerfully.

I vividly remember bubba waking me up with a kiss before he left for work, and I smile to myself, reaching out to check my phone for his text letting me know he made it there okay.

I lean closer to baby and snap a photo of us together, him hiding against me, suddenly shy.

I chuckle a little and check with him that it’s okay before I send it off to bubba, something I know will make him smile.

I sit up and stretch a little before pulling baby into my lap and covering his face in kisses, his sweet giggles filling the room.

I give his tummy a little rub, “are you hungry, bub? You wanna go have some breakfast?”

He nods excitedly and I lift him up onto my hip, allowing him to wrap his legs around me and hold onto my shoulders like a little koala bear.

I love little domestic mornings like this, quiet moments spent with baby.

We head downstairs for some breakfast and I see the sun shining into the kitchen, reassuring me it will be a good day. The perfect day spent together.

Baby noticing the way I pace around the kitchen, biting my nails and stewing over the way the countertops look.

I just can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with them.. and the more I try to fix something, the worse it seems.

Baby knows I’ve been having a hard time lately, ruminating on my intrusive thoughts.

He stops me in my tracks, stepping in front of me and looking up at me with his cute puppy dog eyes.

Speaking of puppy dogs, he pushes his stuffed dog into my arms, offering me a distraction from picking at my nails.

I push back his bangs and press a kiss to his forehead, softly thanking him.

I give his puppy a squeeze and he takes my hand in his, pulling me over to the couch where he has a space documentary cued up, the kind of thing that always serves as a useful distraction from my thoughts.

He nudges me to sit, dragging a blanket over my lap and shyly mimicking my forehead kiss.

He steps away for a minute and I turn my attention to the tv for the time being, enjoying the soft narration and visuals.

Before I know it he’s returned, offering me a coloring book and some pens, curling up next to me with his own coloring book and crayons.

He nuzzles up to my side and I wrap an arm around him, happily holding him close.

Out of his pocket he pulls a couple fidget toys for me to play with, and I can’t help but smile.

He places one of his chewlery necklaces around my neck in case I need it.

Once we begin to color, I find that my hearts finally slowed down and my chest doesn’t feel so tight anymore. I give him a gentle squeeze, complimenting his coloring job.

Baby knows just how to help when the thoughts and compulsions become too much for me, helping me in his own subtle little ways.

Gently wiping off baby’s chin with a napkin and making a silly face at him so he stops fussing, reaching out to tickle his belly when he starts to giggle.

“Silly boy! Was that yummy?”

He gives me a big smile and a nod, reaching out to drink some of his water in his sippy cup.

Water, then juice, a strict rule in our house, even on special occasions!

I leave baby to play with his cars on the tray of his high chair while I wash off his plate in the sink, humming softly and smiling to myself as I hear his little voice going, “vrooom vroooom!”

I fill him up a fresh sippy of cool apple juice from the fridge, dropping a few ice cubes to keep it the right temperature for him.

He smiles as I hand it to him and eagerly drinks it, so quickly that I have to remind him, “careful, buddy, slowly, okay?”

Baby’s a good listener and does what I ask, the sweetest boy in the world.

It’s just us today with bubba off to work, but that’s okay because we have each other.

When I’m done cleaning up I lift him out of his high chair, holding him on my hip and giving a little boop to his nose.

“You gonna help daddy in the garden today, hmm?”

He nods excitedly, even though I know his version of helping is just playing in the mud and drawing little pictures for me on the stepping stones.

I appreciate it anyways, and I’m always sure to tell him so.

“You’re such a good boy.” I coo as I slip on my comfy shoes and place a hat on his head.

He whines for a moment as I adjust it, but doesn’t linger too long on it as we step out to the porch.

We make our way over to the pretty flowers and little produce garden, baby eager as ever to get to work making a mess.

I giggle softly and set him down, watching as he makes his way over to grab his chalk bin.

I get to work on the garden, checking the plants and tugging out the few weeds that grow, keeping a watchful eye on baby to make sure he’s alright.

When he’s done drawing he tugs on my jeans to let me know, pulling me over with a shy smile on his lips.

I pepper him with praises and give him a nice big hug, “look how pretty, what a good job! Thank you, baby, I love it!”

Baby holds onto me and I know what this means, it’s his turn to help me tend to the leaves.

He grabs his little gardening tools and settles down beside me, spraying the flowers to help them grow (though he’s mostly just digging up the ground to fill his pail with dirt).

I watch him and praise him, thanking him for helping me, making sure he knows I appreciate his help.

And before we know it it’s already noon, I hear his belly growling for some lunch. I finish up with my plants and give a five minute warning, waiting for him to finish up his playing, too.

And once he does he comes and takes my hand, following me inside to grab some food.

Baby comes into the room sniffling and squeezing his stuffie, grabbing my attention.

“Why are you mad at me?” Baby sobs softly, shying away from my touch when I reach out for him and and protectively holding his stuffie close

“Oh, sweet thing.. I’m not mad at you… what’s wrong, baby? Why do you think I’m mad, hm? It’s alright, everything’s okay.” I try and soothe him.

Baby crying so hard he can’t respond..

“Shhh, honey… breathe, bub, take a nice deep breath okay? Can you do that? There you go. Can your stuffie too? Oh, good job!”

I reach out to hold his hands, “there we go.. it’s okay. What’s wrong, my sweet boy? I’m not upset with you.”

Gently rubbing my thumb across the back of his hands, waiting patiently for him to tell me.

“Don’t feel good..” he whimpers softly, looking down at his stuffie friend slumped in his lap.

“Awh, bud.. I can tell… what’s bothering you, baby? Everything’s alright now, we’re okay.”

I slowly reach out for his stuffie and lift it up to make it press a “kiss” on his cheek, giving a gentle smile as he takes it from me and squeezes it.

“Mm.. head feels.. yucky…” he sniffles, wiping his eyes.

“That’s okay, sweet boy.. how about we just lay down and snuggle. Would that help?”

He nods and allows himself into my arms, nuzzling up against my chest as I pull a nice heavy blanket over us.