mommy has been helping you bathe your whole life! it already knows your routine, how you like your hair washed, what you need help with

the bath is nice and warm

you want to see the predatory look in its eye when you start to get embarrassed and squirmy when its hands pass over your growing breasts and just by that place that makes your head go all fuzzy

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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Good morning!

To all the littles who feel embarrassed by their regression

To all the littles who can't regress

To all the littles who regresses easily

To all the littles who can't regulate themselves in/out of littlespace

To all the littles who are closeted

To all the littles who are open

To all the littles who need gear

To all the littles who don't want gear

To all the littles who regress in public

To all the littles who regress in private

To all the littles who don't want to regress

To all the littles who love regressing

To all the littles who are sweet and listens

To all the littles who are happy they can be fussy without shouting

To all the girl littles

To all the boy littles

To all the littles between

And to all the littles who need it;

You are loved, and you are safe. Do what makes you feel most comfortable with yourself, and don't let others dictate your regression.