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Reminder for all age regressors!

Just because someone’s age regression isn’t involuntary does not mean it isn’t a valid form of age regression. There two main types of regression are voluntarily and involuntary. The argument that age regression is only an involuntary trauma response, while it can be, is not a good argument because a trauma response can also be to cope through voluntarily regressing. Age regression is both a trauma response, AND a coping mechanism. And that’s okay! It’s also a symptom of neurodivergence for a lot of people! You are not more or less valid for the way your regression presents itself!

Shortened point to my claim: Voluntary age regression, and age regression used as a coping mechanism is a real and valid form of regression too.

— masc tweens who do homework in between commercial breaks, living off of their favorite junk foods and what their cg makes them because their old enough to make their decisions. masc tweens who still ask for help and let their cg pick outfits, who still get excited about figures and toys along with their cartoons. masc tweens who are big enough but still too small.

🛻 The car stays in park until everybody is buckled. That includes your stuffies, set up in the back seat with a little blanket over their lap, and the seatbelt safely clicked into place. Just like you. Your seatbelt across your lap and your chest, keeping you safe on the road.

💨 Rolling down your window to stick your hand out and feel the wind push it backwards. The tingles on your skin when you pull your hand back in and suddenly there's no more wind.

📻 Blasting your favorite music from the radio, turning it up so you can feel the music in your bones, the seats vibrating under you.

⛽ Stopping at the gas station, not just to fill up the tank and to go potty, but to snag your favorite snacks and drink at the fountain. Maybe an icee or a slushie! Staining your tongue red or blue or green!

🛩️ Watching the airplanes fly in the sky right over the car.

🚜 Counting how many cows you pass and making a little "moo!" Sound every time you pass one! Trying to spot the calves hiding with their mamas in the tall grass of the pasture.

🗺️ Taking off your shoes the second you get into the car or truck so you can get comfy. Sitting criss cross so you can see out of the window better, your blankie tucked so it doesn't touch the floor and get dirty.

⋱ ― ♱ . RURAL REGRESSORS MIGHT LIKE... ♱

catching bugs and fish and critters of all kind

fruit gummies

swimming in lakes and ponds and rivers

sunshine coming through the leaves on trees

splashing in puddles

leaving all the windows and doors in the house open on the warmer days of the year

trampolines

getting a lil' muddy during playtime

taking in all the stray dogs

fresh lemonade, sometimes too bitter and sometimes too sweet

running down the dirt roads

reading with a flashlight

camping in the backyard

cheering on the barn cat

falling asleep in the truck

🌲 crouching down every couple minutes to investigate a fun rock while your cg stops and says “what’d you find, kid?” 🍂 pointing out all the bugs and little critters 🌱 getting your shoes soaked in the creek 🌼 staring out the car window on the way home from a hike and watching all the fireflies in the fields 🌳

my addition to the ryland grace regressor agenda!

it was just past 2 o'clock in the morning when purple-white lightning illuminated your bedroom walls. you awoke in a panic, your little heart beating out of your chest. you quickly hid under your blanket, listening to the rain pounding against the windows, while dime-sized hail threatened to shatter the glass. not being able to stand it any longer, you jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. to your surprise — and immediate relief — your carer was up too, sitting in their recliner drinking tea out of a mug you made for them at school.

“hey kiddo, the storm wake you up too? it's gonna be okay, come sit with [title]. i'll protect you.”

without hesitation, you shuffled your way over to them, careful not to trip on your blankie, wrapped around you tightly like a cape. your carer scooped you up and brought you into their lap, holding your face close to their chest and reassuring you of your safety. the warmth of their gentle words whispered into your hair and body heat soothed you almost instantly.

“i'm scared, [title].”

you said it so quietly that you weren't sure if your carer could even hear it, but as with all things, they did.

“i know sweetheart. you know what? when the thunder woke me up, i was scared too. my heart was beat-beat-beating just like yours is now. but you feel better now, sitting here with [title], don't you?”

you nodded: earnestly, gratefully, truthfully. you did feel better, a 100x better, curled up in your carer's arms.

“i do too baby, i feel so much better having you here to keep me safe. we'll always protect each other, isn't that right?”

you nodded again and tightly wrapped your arms around theirs. they tipped their mug bottoms-up, cleared their throat, and patted your back with an exciting finality, like they had something fun planned.

“well, [title]'s all outta tea and i'm prettttyy sure i heard someone's tummy growl... would my kiddo be up for a midnight snack, hm?”

you and your carer spent the night cooking simple treats, watching old kid's movies, and playing board games. when the storm inevitably knocked the power out, you helped them light all the candles you could find, and they taught you how to make shadow puppets using flashlights and some thin blankets you had tucked away in your closet.

during all the fun, you never realized you had forgotten all about the storm that had you shaking hours before, even though the thunder was no quieter, the rain nor hail any lighter, the lightning no dimmer. you were safe and warm and loved, and that was all that mattered.

📺🧩 requests/asks open, reblogs appreciated!

.°˖⋆ 𓃗 morning at the farm with a cowboy caregiver 𐚁 .°˖⋆