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  1. Thank you diaperpt. I'm pretty new here. Do you think it's too personal to be here? It certainly makes me vulnerable. I'm wondering if I should just take it down.
  2. Another chapter! Please be gentle because a lot of this stems from reality for me. So if you do not like, I'd rather things not be said. I know posting opens up for all sorts of feedback. I write this because it's therapeutic, but also because this is one of the few places people get the ABDL piece. Some moments are again intense and discuss traumatic events/self harm incidents. CHAPTER 21 “I can’t believe you have to ask,
  3. I suppose you're right. I never thought of it that way but yes, that's what it is. Hopefully some enjoy it, if not I guess then I just write/post it for myself
  4. CHAPTER 20 “Would you really not mind if I wore a diaper here? To session?
  5. I know this story died forever ago but I am hoping to revive "Ella's Therapy" by the weekend with a few chapters. I don't have time like I used to, but I figure trying to commit to a deadline may make me breathe life into this again. I hate that I left it unfinished. Sorry for bumping to the front when it hasn't been active in so long! Thought I should add that I DID give this story to the real "Marie". And pieces of the story are true (nothing unethical!!! but therapy dynamics, ruptures, feelings, fantasies, etc but no fulfilment of things that cross a line) which is what made it so difficult to write for a while. I had to "put it away" for my own sanity. But the fantasies still run, and "Marie" is still my therapist. So I'm hoping I can continue to write it in a way that is therapeutic for me
  6. Love, love, love, love, love this story! I hope you continue writing here because your ideas are brilliant!
  7. I just handed this story off to my therapist, the true 'Marie'. Nervousness strikes now
  8. ** Warning for more intense self injurious behaviors that may be upsetting to some
  9. I'm glad there is still interest in the story and I may try to work on it some this week. I'm not sure the spark is still there to finish the story or not.
  10. Very, very short but wanted to put this up for now. Chapter 17 I had fallen asleep and felt myself be lifted out of the playpen. Mommy brought me to the bedroom with her. I was tired and still confused. It was the middle of the night. She was wearing just a robe, which she opened, and cuddled me close against her. I searched her face for answers. Thinking, what the hell is going on? She stroked my face. “I don't have answers for you. Just know that I'm here. We'll get through this. I love you very much, and I'm here to take care of you,
  11. Chapter 16 I stayed by the window for what felt like hours on end. I wet and messed my diaper without saying a word. Mommy offered me food, and I was non-responsive. I was in a catatonic state. The only liveliness seen on my face was when a car would pass that somewhat resembled momma's. My heart would race, I'd lean forward, and then allow myself to fall back with the sinking of my heart as I realized more and more that she wasn't coming. Mommy and I got into quite a few battles. I was irritated, upset, and triggered about the events surrounding me. My coping skills were void at that point, and she was outwardly frustrated that I was 'deciding' to throw myself into the feelings of depression instead of taking her up on the skills she kept prompting me with. Walking, playing a game, more painting, taking a bubble bath together, reading, listening to music, and so on were things on that list. I was having none of it. We had a spat, quite an intense one for us. She concluded that I was choosing to be simply miserable with myself. I concluded she didn't understand how out of sorts I felt and didn't feel that playing a game or taking a bath would resolve anything when the volcano of this erupted. So the tension built up as the hours ticked by. She left the room when I got angry and stubborn about her insistence on using distraction and called Samantha. Mommy said she didn't know what to do with me any more, that she was at her wits end, and that she was extremely frustrated. When she re-emerged from her phone call she announced that she would put me in my play pen while she went and took an adult time out as Samantha suggested. She set me down and gave me the phone, saying I could use it if I wanted. I could press 3 and it would connect me to momma. When mommy left me alone, I was so angry. So hurt. Momma was gone and I felt abandoned. Now mommy decided I was too much and decided to walk away from me too. And I was still messy and wet in my diaper. I hit the number 3 and waited. Ring. Ring. Ring. “Hello?
  12. Sorry it's taken so long. Again, not sure how well it's going... Sigh... Chapter 14 I had a really intense sexual dream again. That's always what happens. Nightmares or erotica for me. This one was insanely erotic and mommy and momma were in it, of course. When I woke up, they were both still asleep napping while I was in the middle. I hadn't slept long and it wasn't time to be up yet. I knew I could fall back asleep very quickly if I could relieve some of the sexual desire that ran through my veins so fiercely. I was trying to work my hand down the front of my diaper but every time I moved it crinkled. I had to slide my pants down and uptaped my diaper as quietly as I could. I burrowed myself under the blanket and began rubbing myself, trying to climax before mommy or... “What are you doing?
  13. Hoping to add more chapters to the story this weekend!!! Sorry I've disappeared a while!
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