LaFleurSauvage

My response to working at Amazon: Burn the place to the ground. Eat the rich, vive la revolucion!

Lifelong Lezzy over here ? (Well lifelong being since I had the tinglies in my girlie parts log)

Thank you for doing what I just didn't want to do, and call him out as the troll he is (Best case scenario is he is just a troll).

I am now firmly of the opinion that you are a troll.

For clarity.... a Fetish is not an Affliction. It is a behavior that triggers a sexual response based around an external object. They CAN be indicators of early childhood trauma, but do not mean you were traumatized. They only become a problem when an unhealthy amount of time or energy is placed into the fetish at the expense of relationships, social responsibilities, and to function as an adult. So the wearing in public thread for a great example of it taken to an unhealthy level.

The reason we are calling you out, is your actions effect us. Do you get that? Your blatant disregard for social norms blows back on us. By being so inappropriately public about it, you have turned yourself into one of the "icons" of ABDL. You are making us all look like people who violate other peoples consent to be involved in a Fetish or not. You don't see people running around in gimp suits, or on leashes, in visible harnessing, etc... because that stuff has no place in the public realm, much like your preference for underwear. And no, no one should ever accept that an adult human being can act like a baby. Unlike a baby you have a choice. We tolerate babies in public because they are developing, and they are cute. Adults acting and dressing like babies have a choice, and have a responsibility to not force their kink on other people, WHICH YOU ARE DOING. Truth: I am calling you out based on the evidence you have submitted here. You are forcing your kink onto the public without consent. You are creating a more hostile environment for the rest of us by representing the worst nature of fetish people (See whole forcing it onto the public without consent.) and then you are following it up by gaslighting us telling us over and over that it makes no difference, that we are the ones who are wrong. Keep doing what you are doing and you WILL end up in jail and a feature in the daily news cycle that we will all have to deal with. Or worse, you will feature in the daily news cycle because some assholes decide to beat up the freak, and kill you or put you in a hospital. Be an adult, consider the consequences, and leave your baby side at home, or events designed to let the baby flag fly.

I did not say diaper and T-Shirt is naked... I said it is indecent exposure. If I went out side right now, pulled my pants down wearing only panties and a t-shirt, and a cop saw me, I would be given a fine and possibly worse for indecent exposure.... it would be upgraded to a felony if a minor is present. Diaper is underwear, not outer wear. As to the swim trunks and bathing suits. Yeah... you see them, but unless you live on the beach, how often do you see them in public? Stop trying to be dense in order to force your fetish onto unwilling bystanders under the guise of technicalities. You know what and why you are doing it.

I get the fear out of being associated with a term normally used to degrade and demean. I am not going to push you on it. Like I said in my post, I am not currently practicing, so I am not here to analyze you. I merely stepped in to provide the psychological professional view as there was discussion regarding it in this board. Out of curiosity though, what was the point of your second paragraph?

Addiction and fetish are not always the same thing, but they do dove tail. Aphrodisiacs are often foods or beverages that can trick your mind into thinking you have been kissed, or touched in areas that stimulate sexual response. It is why they are easy to get addicted too. Note however that I stated that there are a suite of hormones released, oxytocin is just the most prevalent for the means of fetish formation. You need vasopressin, dopamine, and endorphins plus a few trace responses, as well as oxytocin, which again is released in much smaller amounts in men than women due to the lack of developed mammary glands in men. Consuming chocolate stimulates production of endorphins and in women oxytocin. (It can stimulate it in men, but to almost negligible amounts.) Before it gets brought up though, there are a lot of other activities that release oxytocin and other hormones listed here, breast feeding even without lactation, can as well, so on so forth. There are other endocrine responses that are a result of a sexual response. The opening up of blood vessels in and around sexual organs, a slight spike in adrenaline, etc... As you can already tell, this is all an extremely nuanced process. However, at the end of the day, how chocolate is used determines if it is an addiction or not. Most people addicted to chocolate have become addicted to the dependence caffeine can cause, combined with the endorphin release triggered by sugar.

You are either projecting fantasies, or not. In the event you are not. Stop, just stop. People do not routinely walk around in their underpants, and while some clothing may be so revealing to almost be the same, they are not. Those articles of clothing, swimsuits, short shorts, etc... are culturally and socially acceptable. Walking around in panties or boxers is not. Wear a diaper with no pants on is actually against the law in public, because like walking around in just your panties, it is considered indecent exposure in nearly every state in the US, and I am positive most other countries have similar laws. Now I am not talking about closed events such as conventions, or munches, or special holidays where you might be able to skate by (Halloween for example). Furthermore though, ethically you are running into a problem. Especially as you seem to be asking waitresses to place a bib on you. The very fact that you acknowledge management will get involved should tell you the waitresses ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT. You are involving them in your kink, using a position of power as a customer at a restaurant to coerce compliance of active involvement. Not to mention passive involvement from the other employees and customers. Wearing in public is fine. I have and do continue to do it. Overtly making it obvious is not ok, because at that point you are forcing others to get involved in your kink. This is why we have indecent exposure laws. And to the inevitable comparison to the LGBTQ+ community. Repeat after me LGBTQ =/= ABDL. ABDL is a fetish, LGBTQ+ is gender and sexual identity. You can not hide LGBTQ+, and a cishetero situation would not be hidden either. Men do not hide kissing wives in public, although there are limits to social acceptability, why should gay men hide kissing their husbands, or lesbians hide their wives? With Trans, you are lining up your appearance to your gender, this is not forcing anything on anyone. Just because you want to act and do things like a baby does not MAKE YOU A BABY. This is not the same as transgender people. You are still an adult. You are not a baby, do not force that on other people.

So... clinical psych here, since this profession is brought up. (LMFT 5 years experience, not currently practicing.) ABDL is called two things in clinical circles: autonepiophilia, and Paraphilic infantilism. While the strict definition of a philia, aka fetish, does frequently reference sexual response, but often times the public does not understand what a sexual response is. A sexual response is to stimulation of glands that trigger the production of specific hormones at levels we would expect during sexual stimulation. The one in particular that we look for is oxytocin. This is the hormone that actually makes fetishes difficult to control, and how they have a spiral effect on "need" over time. Oxytocin facilitates bonding and connections in your brain, and so even if you put a diaper on and never orgasm, or touch yourself, if the feel of it, joy of wearing it, etc... causes the release of high levels oxytocin, you are dealing with fetish behavior. A fetish does NOT REQUIRE sexual activity, only a sexual response in the endocrine system which you may not even be overtly aware has occurred. This is the exact reason asexual people report high romantic feelings but low sexual desire, because something triggers the sexual response, but sex itself does not. Women in particular are more prone to asexual stimulation of a sexual response, although traditionally women develop fetish behavior less often. (Recent studies are shedding light on this that this may not be true, but fetish communities actively silence female agency which results in less reporting of behaviors, elevated abuse of women, and the such. This is why the most common nature of female fetish reporting is that of "Doms" due to the typical reversed nature of the male female relationship--Although emotional abuse is often reported by women as male partners will often engage in gaslighting and other behaviors to encourage the dom to move into spaces with which they are uncomfortable. A sadly common occurrence towards women in nearly all fetish communities--). So is what we do a diaper fetish? Yes. 100% Yes. Now, is it a bad thing? Can be. That is why we have multiple terms for it, and there is no separate clinical term of DLs. autonepiophilia is what we would use to describe the average ABDL. It is just a thing they do in their life. It does not occupy most of their thoughts, they are able of maintaining healthy relationships, or at least this is not the barrier to those relationships. They are capable of setting it aside within reason to meet the needs of a situation, etc... IE They have a healthy balance between the fetish and the rest of their lives. Unless you want to change the behavior, there is no real reason to be concerned about seeking therapy at this level as it is effectively harmless. (However, as with all people who have developed fetishes, your likelihood of having a childhood trauma is very high, and that may be something you want to address. Understand, trauma is not just sexual abuse etc... This quick self-assessment can help you see where you might fall: https://acestoohigh.com/got-your-ace-score/) Paraphilic infantlism, as with all the paraphilias, is where it has gone a bit to far. It may still be in healthy territories, but it is leaning towards unhealthy. This is the area where the object of the fetish HAS to be involved at least most of the time in order for a sexual response of any kind, thoughts of the fetish activity dominate daily thoughts, healthy relationships are impossible as any relationship needs to center around the fetish activity. Physical sex, or sexual activity, does not need to be a part of this extreme. A lot of the posts here, if taken 100% accurate to fall into this territory, and the original post in the Diaper Lovers forum would concern me as a therapist, however it is a red flag, not a definitive conclusion as the internet often times muddies meaning, intent, and I have not met the individual and done an assessment, so it remains as a mere red flag. As to safe spaces... as a LGBTQ+ specialist, and activists for creating spaces for safe expression, part of a Safe Space, is a space where unhealthy behaviors and red flags can be identified and presented to you before they become problematic or worse. Safe Spaces are about support and love, not about unquestioning acceptance.

"Explain to me what happened?" the doctor asked, never looking up from her clipboard. She wore the typical white lab coat you'd expect, over pink scrubs, her blonde hair pulled back into one of those neat and tucked away ponytails that are meant to "look" messy, with a pair of black no slip shoes to complete the look. Kirsten was glad the doctor was no big on eye contact, she was after all sitting there in a hospital gown and a wet diaper. 'At least it wasn't messy too...' she reassured herself. "Three weeks ago, I woke up to a wet bed... what was weird was I thought I should expect it, and was surprised that I... umm... wasn't wearing a diaper...." Kirsten answered, "I just thought it was a bad dream, but nope. As I was getting ready for work the next morning, I peed myself again. There was nothing I could do to stop it... and right as I finished, I again thought to myself, 'where was my diaper.'" Kirsten paused, looking down, then continued, "When I pooped my pants an hour later, on the bus, on the way to work... I decided to make this appointment, and get some diapers." At the last line, the doctor finally looked up, "So you have lost control of everything?" she asked Kirsten, who in turn just nodded slowly along. The doctor flipped through the charts on the clipboard, "So your bloodwork is fine, pressure, weight..." she reviewed out loud as she scooted her stool closer to Kirsten, "Let me give you a quick examine, then I am going to schedule for an MRI and Catscan," the doctor rattled on as she quickly motioned for Kirsten to lose the gown. She paused for a moment, then asked, "Where are these welts coming from?" she asked, touching the flesh around one of man long bright red lines on Kirsten's abdomen, chest, arms, and even her back. "I don't know, I woke up with them, but they seem to be going away," Kirsten responded, "Do you think they are related? I just assumed they were a rash or something." The doctor nodded, then realizing what she was doing, quickly shook her head, "I don't know, might be. Lets keep an eye on those, ok?" She paused again as she looked at her chart, "Do you know how to collect a urine sample with a collection diaper?" the doctor resumed. "No?" Kirsten responded. "I didn't think so, the tech downstairs will explain it. The nurse will set you up for your imaging appointments, and we will get you looked at, I don't think anything is physically wrong with your bladder or anything like that. I am worried that there may be something impacting your nervous system, so lets eliminate that problem before we proceed, ok?" Kirsten nodded, she hadn't even thought of something like that until now. "Thank you doctor..." "I hope your day gets better," the doctor said, smelling what was happening before Kirsten even realized something was off. Kirsten just looked down as the door slowly closed, letting her body finish its business. She couldn't even tell if it was getting better or worse, or if just the frequency of occurrences was beginning to make the problems routine for her. Once everything was finished, the women opened up her backpack, and took out all the stuff she would need to change her diaper. --- Two thousand dollars in co-pays later, Kirsten stood there looking at a letter that claimed that the scans, the cameras they stuck up her hoo ha and bum, the blood and urine tests, all of it, came back as not only fine, but exceptionally healthy. She wasn't even diabetic anymore, and in fact had borderline low blood sugar levels as a result of treated her disease when it had apparently vanished. Kirsten was baffled, as much as her medical team was. Whats more, her OBGYN had asked Kirsten when she had the baby, a baby Kirsten never had, but apparently her body showed signs of having delivered a child. It was all overwhelming, so much so that it in a weird way distracted from the diapers she was now living in. She had been using cheap store bought ones, but one of the nurses during one of her scans had noticed, and referred Kirsten to a medical supply website that offered far better choices and levels of protection. Kirsten didn't want to admit that she needed better diapers than the ones she was already wearing, but she was getting tired of the wet half moons she seemed to leave everywhere, and as the first sign she had wet herself was normally the pee squeezing out of the diaper when she sat down, the switch to better diapers was probably the best call. That of course led her down a rabbit hole, and when she stumbled across the rearz website, while searching for cheaper north shores, it felt as if she was compelled to get the more child like diapers. She thought she had avoided the compulsion, but when the package had arrived, she only had the princess diapers, and a few plain white ones. Which is why she was standing in her kitchen, the pink waistline of the diaper playing peak-a-boo from her pants, their swollen form offering a slight hint of shape on the otherwise loose fitting pants. Kirsten just kept rereading the last line over and over, "At this point, their is nothing medically wrong with you, we have no treatment plan moving forward. Would you like a prescription for your diapers, or to discuss catheters?" "This is my new normal," Kirsten said in a resigned voice.

It doesn't in her world either.... -wink-

"I made this choice," Sarah told herself, unaware of what the result of the choice was, or the growing dark patches on her jeans, which were expanding to her legs, and into a puddle on the bed she always sat on while streaming and making videos. She looked to the left, out of the frame of the stream she was in the middle of filming. The brunette nods slightly, then looks down at her lap and gasps, "I wet myself..." she says, before ending the stream. -Four Weeks Later- Kirsten was finishing the second of two braids in her red hair, the first step of taming her unruly curly hair before she coiled it into a bun. It was a long process, but one in which she was very familiar with. It was an auto-pilot thing for her, and as was the norm, she had a stream on while shy did it. The girl liked to watch weird videos, the kind of things that you had to go to porn hub and such to see because YouTube would never let them stay up. Recently, she had come across a channel called "Sarah Says," in which she would dare a guest each week, normally another content creator from PornHub but sometimes patreon funders, to do silly things like dance around naked, play with toys, and other activities that landed this channel square in the porn categories. It wasn't always sexy, but it was always funny. The video streaming now was of a red headed girl, and Kirsten loved red heads, who was tickling her shaved vagina with a feather, with the challenge being that every time she reacting to the tickling in anyway, she had to take a shot. The red headed nude girl was well into her fifth shot. After her sixth shot, she just dropped the feather and started to rub herself which is when Sarah turned the camera and said, "Well that about does it for now, subscribe to my Patreon to see the climactic conclusion," then the end title card came up. Kirsten sighed, and wished she could afford to subscribe to something like that, she would of loved to watch that cute red head bring herself to the climactic conclusion. She was about to turn off the auto-play, but then caught the title of the next video, "Sarah gets Hypnotized." The video started as the frame focused in on Sarah, "Alright boys and girls. Tonight, I accepted a dare for a change, and that is to be hypnotized! I have a professional hypnotist, who asked to stay off frame, to do the deed, and then one lucky patreon backer, who is already on Skype with me, will get to give me a single command. Lets do this..." Kirsten didn't have the time to watch the whole video, and so instead just skipped to the end, and started to crack up as she saw Sarah start to pee herself. She figured she would have to watch the rest of the video later to see if it was real, or just an act, for now, she just finished up her hair, and stood up, looking in her mirror. The black dress she was wearing fit well, her red tights a flash of color, and then back to shiny black heels. With a smile on her face, Kirsten grabbed the violin case, and began her trip to the concert hall. --- It had been a long night, a final rehearsal, and then the annual Christmas performance. At least it was over, Kirsten thought to herself, as the dress dropped to the floor, barely after she had closed her apartment door. Of course it meant that on Monday, they would start to work on the next show, but none of them were as big as the one they just completed, so at least there was that. The first stop she made was to the bathroom, where she carefully removed all of the makeup she had so carefully watched by applied by the symphony's make up girl. "The joy of being a first chair soloist," she said to herself, using the mineral rub to carefully get the eye make up off. Occasionally she looked up at the mirror, taking a brief break in the face removal routine, and sighed, "Men don't have to do half this crap," she said, looking at the shaping body suit, the lifting bra, and her red tights. She was thankful for the gusset in the tights and body suit, but still all of this made being a girl very difficult in her line of work. She finished the reverie with the same sigh she started it with, and continued to scrub her face, and once completed, she began to peel off her second skin, letting her body return to its natural shape. This was her favorite part of undressing, the deep breath as she stood in the middle of her bathroom completely nude.As soon as the breath was complete, she looked again in the mirror, her face covered in freckles, the mask hiding them long gone, "There you are Kirsten, was wondering where you had been hiding!" She locked her gaze with her own reflected green eyes, then grabbed her robe, and made her way to her bed room. Her rather austere bedroom. The furniture consisted of a twin sized bed, with one of those old brass looking bed frames so popular in the 80's, a stack of milk crates serving as an end table, and a closet filled with mostly jeans, t-shirts, and a few black dresses of varying length. A small vanity, and floor length mirror are all the other pieces of furniture in this room. The view out the window was great though. A nice panoramic view of Denver and the mountains beyond. The view made the high rent worth it. Kirsten walked over to the closet, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of fleece pj pants, and a long sleeve thermal night shirt. The bad part about living in Denver in the winter. It is always cold. At least she could buy cute winter pajamas though. A few moments later, she was curled up in a bed, and watching Sarah's hypnotism video, falling asleep long before it was over. --- Kirsten did not wake up to her alarm clock like normal. It was still dark outside. Of course, after knocking out the alarm and sun as the reason she woke up, the only other thing she could think of is maybe she had wet the bed. Once that thought entered her head she suddenly became aware of her wet pajama bottoms, that her night shirt was damp, and that she was laying on a damp mattress. "I wet the bed," she said to herself, and then like a reflex she asked herself, "Why did I not have my diaper on?"

Like I said elsewhere, this is a good thing. We need to stop fighting the battles of the past, and fight the battles of the now. The fact that we are being pandered to is a GOOD thing. It means our communities are accepted and welcomed enough to be worth pandering too. We are here, we have drawn our line, and that line is starting to be respected. We have fought for and earned marriage. So now, discern your patronage, the same way straight people do, when they feel their internal groups are being pandered too, or ways you discern when your other identity elements are pandered too. We are a target market, and are going to be marketed too. If a marketing campaign is disingenuous, then avoid it, but lets not condemn commercialization of pride, but instead celebrate what it represents. That the call of "We are queer and we are here" is finally being recognized and valued by our society. The fight is far from over, but right now, the fight for a spot at the table is won.