So I regress for therapy reasons, but I’m a caregiver in kink. It’s weird because on one hand I like to sit down with a pacifier and watch cartoons with my stuffies, and on the other I absolutely melt when someone calls me mommy, and am more than happy to care for littles. I don’t know how that’s gonna work going forward with my life. If I want to be a caregiver to someone in a relationship, I’m going to have to find someone who can tolerate my regressing and not make it sexual, can take care of me in that state, is a little, and can change their view of me between a strong caring mommy and a small innocent child who needs help. Especially if we live together.

Fuck why did my parents give me enough trauma to develop both a kink and a strange coping mechanism 😖