Findingacceptance

Awesome Sauce! My Little and I are about to move to Gaffney in the next week or so. Also, awesome Drizzt reference in your screen name. You sound like my kind of people.

We would love to meet you both. Send a message and see if we can set something up.

Hi all! My babygirl and I are looking for friends in the community. Ideally, we would like to meet some people or couples to hang out with. Anything from going out to eat to just letting the littles play and color together. Not looking for anything lewd, just wholesome play time and friendship. If there is anyone interested in the Upstate SC area, message me.

Hi all! My babygirl and I are looking for friends in the community. Ideally, we would like to meet some people or couples to hang out with. Anything from going out to eat to just letting the littles play and color together. Not looking for anything lewd, just wholesome play time and friendship. If there is anyone interested in the Gastonia area, message me.

Sent you a PM

I'm moving to Spartanburg in August and I'm trying to find some friends before I go. Anyone out there still?

I'll be moving to the upstate in August.

Each of us have our own journey, and I understand that. Some here are able to reconcile their Littlespace with all or many aspects of their lives, and I admire that. If im honest, maybe even jealous of it. My own experience is the feeling that wanting and pursuing Littlespace puts me at odds with God's plan for me. And I feel that way because after praying for guidance and open doors, opportunities and gateways to the community, chances at expression are denied and closed off. I have no choice, in my understanding, to think that this is God's plan, that the lifestyle is not for me. But I still desire it, and ive even thought about what I would give up for it. One thought in my heart was/is that I'd give up my faith since it was causing my heartache in the first place. Then I felt bad about that. But, understanding that we shouldn't have anything before God and im already wrong for wanting something more than my relationship with Him, could this be should this be something I must deny myself for the sake of glory, and what does it say about me that if it is, I'd rather be Little? Am I obsessing too much? Am I venturing out too far? Am I creating a false idol incapable of what I want from it?

Littles of Faith, I have a question to put before the group. Jesus said that if anyone would come after him, they should deny themselves, take up their cross, and follow him. While we might not like it, has anyone thought that maybe denying this part of ourselves is just part of our walk? This is an issue I am truly struggling with and would like to consider voices from inside the community.

I would like to clear up a couple of things. Our impasse right now is not my wanting to be an Adult Baby. I like taking care of adult babies, and that is what she objects to. I know that this is probably a semantic argument, but the truth is that this is the impasse. If she doesn't want to be my Little, then I have no choice but to give up that idea. This isn't about me wanting to wear, only. Yes, I did a stupid thing. Yes, I genuinely apologized. The initial argument was not about my texting someone, but my hiding it. I told her that I thought she didn't want anything to do with my ABDL conversations, even just talking to friends, no funny business, and so I was hiding it from her. She was upset about my hiding it, but it's not what made her consider leaving. When she said that she doesn't mind my interest in it but she can't participate, I told her that I thought I needed some participation. This was the line in the sand, so to speak. In truth, it has nothing to do with another person, but everything to do with what I perceive my needs to be right now. I feel like I need to participate in this, that I can't just keep it inside. But I have no available options to do that. I have tried to go slowly, to take baby steps so to speak, but we've come to this ultimatum where I either choose her or I choose my fetish. I am trying to make things right. I have apologized, compromised, scourged myself with emotional whips, and been upfront about choosing her over everything. But I don't know if I can keep that promise because my wife and fetish become mutually exclusive, then I don't know how to split myself like that. So now, she tells me how broken and hurt she is, how untrusting, how I'm going to have to woo her back, but I don't even know if she wants me to succeed. When we first met, I knew that she liked me, and I liked her. But now, I don't know how she feels and I'm not shown or told which makes it difficult.

I wasn't sure where else to put this. it didn't seem to fit anywhere else. Friends, I am looking for objectivity here, and I don’t want this to just become an echo chamber for what you think I want to hear. I have a dire relationship situation. I have always fantasized about ageplay, both giving and receiving so to speak, for years. I have suppressed it for years also. I’ve shared my story here other times before, but here’s a summation: when dating, wife said she would baby me. First child conceived, and now I’m surrounded by baby stuff at all times. I bring it up, and she tells me that she thought I was kidding. That first conversation happened about 6 years ago. Since then, she has tried to get into it. We played once. A couple of weeks ago, she got drunk and told me about how she’s tried so hard to be everything that I wanted and it hurt her that she couldn’t, and I decided that it wasn’t fair that she would have to work that hard at something so I decided to try and give it up. I started distancing myself from the community, deleted my podcasts, and tried to delete my FetLife, DD, and other accounts. Two weeks ago, I get a message from a user who saw my post about being a non-sexual little. They were curious and new to the whole thing, and I, being someone who has been in that situation, offered to help. We started talking more, and more, and then we started to RP. She had a boyfriend, I had a wife, but no one knew how to take care of us the way that we wanted to be. We started talking a little more seriously, and then tried to figure out way to still stay friends because we were uncomfortable with the sneaking around. This girl matched me in every way as far as our ageplay interests. We were switches. I liked to be the CG more. She liked to be Little more. We started talking about other things: big relationship things. We even spent an entire day sharing all of our dark hidden parts and everything looking for some incompatibilities. We found 3. She likes to hunt, and I can’t kill an animal. She doesn’t like country music while I like a few songs. She doesn’t put things back in their place and I do. In everything else, we clicked. It was totally different from my current relationship where i worry constantly about making her happy and i cant get into deep topics because my wife cant follow. She seriously made me consider leaving my wife. Still does. My wife found us texting and, long story short, issued the ultimatum that it’s either my fetish or it’s her, but one of them is going away. If I leave, I have no where to go. My family would disapprove of choosing ageplay over my wife. I would have to leave all vehicles and my home behind to ensure that she and my kids had a way to get back and forth and be taken care of. I’m willing to give up all of this, but I am afraid that I won’t be able to hide my unhappiness with it. Both women want me to be happy, but I don’t know how to be. More so, I’m worried that if I stay, my body will betray me in that I won’t be able to be intimate without ageplay, or at least the feelings I get from it. If we are not clicking intimately, if she is unwilling to go to counseling, if I am not able to peacefully give this all up, if I need to completely cut contact with someone who has become a close friend and confidant, what should I do? Do I leave all of this behind and fix my relationship at the expense of a part of myself, or do I leave my current life behind in favor of complete uncertainty but at least I’ll be whole. Please do not reduce this down to choosing the LIttle or my Wife. I am in pain right now, and I am looking for complete objectivity. If I’m an ass, tell me so. If I am in the wrong, let me know.

I'm all over the place. I live in Horry County but work out of Marlboro County. except right now obviously. But once this is all over, a local munch may be in order.

I dont know if anyone is on Fetlife, but I've started a group there called Myrtle Beach Littlespace. I'm wanting to create a support community here and looking for people who want to participate. I'm wanting to find people to go do some fun things with like bowling, minigolf, and also going out to eat whether it's a fast food meal or a sit-down deal.

A few weeks ago, I completely nuked my sole connection to the ABDL community. Long story short: there was a fight in my home between me and my wife concerning my behavior and I realized that I was too weak to control myself there, so, I felt that for the sake of my relationship, I completely obliterated all connection to the server. I asked to be banned. I deleted the account. I deleted the apps. And I thought everything would be fine. But it's not. In the interim, I've realized that I NEED other Littles to talk to. Not just for fun, but because I truly don't trust any friendships outside the community. I've had so many connections burn me emotionally in painful and long-standing ways. Politics has been a part of every job I've had, and the cutthroat nature does not agree with my trusting nature. I need Littles because, since I also consider myself part of the community, they are the only ones I feel I can trust because regardless of whatever differences, we still have that in common. I've been trying to find local people to speak with. I'm trying to talk in the chat rooms. But I still feel adrift and disconnected. And I don't know what to do about it. I feel like I've made a huge mistake, and I'm worried that I won't be able to find a community like that again, or if I did, would I still have the same problem: getting myself into situations with people that want more from me than what I do. I would love to have an honest non-sexual experience as an Adult Baby, or at the very least talk to people and be a part of the community that knows and understands that. Does anyone know of a non-sexual ABDL community?

Hey, I sent you a PM. I'm a switch, and my wife plays sometimes but she has to be in the right headspace for it. I'm looking to connect with other ABDL's. Let me know if both want to talk. Hey, sent you a PM. I'm also looking for nearby friends. Let me know if you would like to talk sometime.

@feralfreak and @DiapersOfTheStorm, you two are going far afield with this and it is becoming a dead premesis as neither side is willing to give any, it would seem. One has an issue with faith over critical thought, and also there is an issue with not considering faith based beliefs as valid. The true purpose of this post was to speak out and possibly gather those who feel the same way and validate their feelings as both believers and ABDL's. Not to knock down either one of you. You are entitled to your disagreement but if you could direct message one another that would be more considerate. To update this post, yes, God does answer Little prayers. Without going into too much detail, my relationship has grown and this side of me has become more accepted. I dont think that would have happened, though, if i didn't trust that God had truly meant for us to be together. It could have just as easily fallen apart. Things take time. And sometimes it feels like there isnt any. But we must remember, for good or bad, love covers a multitude of issues. Blessings to you all!

Hi Everyone! My first attempt at a story on this forum and in this genre. Let me know what you think. Parts one through 3 posted below. Broken Cradle Part 1 He turned up the volume on the earbuds. It was the news he had been waiting for. The Premier Group was making the big announcement they had been teasing all month. Full Dive Technology was in the hands of the masses. “We’ve all had fun with Virtual Reality. Since the late 80’s, we have toyed around and experimented with connection to the digital world. Each year, we get closer and closer but have fallen short of the Grail: The Complete Immersive Experience.” Rion sat down on a bench as his mind ventured off listening to Clint Bryant, Premier’s CEO, introducing their new tech. “imagine, taking a trip to Hawaii on your lunch break. 30 minutes in the sun, feeling the surf, and then, you come back and finish the workday. Instant vacations. Doctors, what if you could dive into an MRI and look at it from all angles. Families, keeping in touch just got easier.” What Bryant was saying was the stuff of science fiction. How could it even be possible? Aall of this and more can be possible with this..” Rion heard the audience gasp and “Ooooo” and he couldn’t help but do it as well though he had no idea what they were looking at. “The Dot is a revolutionary device, one that requires no surgery, no permanent changes. Attach it when you want to, detach it when you are finished, and it charges inside the case.” Rion could not believe how they put all of this intense tech into such a small package. “All you need to do is attach it to your temple like so, and give it a tap.” Rion heard a thump, and the audience gasp. He jumped up, and ran inside to the nearest public building. It was a coffee shop with tiny table tents that read, “Looking for Wi-Fi? Ask me about it.” Rion plugged in his barely alive phone and searched the available networks, racing against the clock. He couldn’t find the name of the shop anywhere. He signaled a passing barista. “Umm, sorry to bother you, but can you help me log in to the Wi-Fi?” “Sure, she said. It’s right there on the Table tent in front of you.” “I saw that. That’s why I asked you.” “No silly, pull up the networks.” Rion thumbed open the available list, and scrolled to where her finger had pointed. Right there were the words, a network named “Looking for Wi-Fi?” Rion groaned. She said, “I think you know what the password is.” She smiled and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder before going back to her work. Rion tapped “Ask me about it.” Into the blinking box on his phone and clicked on the Breaking News section of his Home Screen. They were streaming the press conference live. Rion saw Bryant on the stage talking about specs and information transfer, but nothing about what had happened in the time it took Rion to pull it up. He opened a new tab to one of his favorite tech blogs where they were analyzing the information and showing highlights. There was a bright blue link that read, “Click here for the Body-Dropping Demo”. Rion clicked the link, and his phone enlarged the video. He saw Bryant show the Dot on the giant screen. It looked like a cufflink or a doorbell buzzer, a chrome ring around a pearl colored disc. Bryant attached it to his temple and tapped it. Bryant was in mid sentence when his body suddenly dropped to the stage. It was a jump scare that took Rion completely off guard. Suddenly, Bryant appeared larger than life on the big screen. “seamless transition between the Material world and the virtual world.” The image of Bryant moved to walk on the screen. “Some of you may be thinking that this has been pre-recorded. Allow me to prove otherwise. Now, understand that my consciousness is directly inside this server. My brain cannot receive any input from my body what soever. Now, I would like the young woman sitting in A2 to stand and walk to the microphone in front of the stage.” All eyes turned to a seat up front as a young woman rose up presumably from seat A2. “Now, many of you will not believe me, but what I am about to share comes from my own observations during my time on the stage. Young lady, I couldn’t quite catch your name tag from up here, but you do use a very creative J. Could you please tell me your name, and speak into the microphone?” “J-j-janine.” Came the nervous girls response. “Janine. Beautiful name.” Bryant began to write the letters, J- A-N… He was spelling her name in the empty space and Rion could see the letters form as though from a marker. With a gesture, he flipped the name around for our comprehension. Rion and the crowd marveled at the display. Bryant explained how the Dot had connected him to the venue’s network. He could see through and access all devices connected to the network. “How did I spell your name right, Janine? Well, let me just recognize this as a teachable moment regarding unsecure wireless access points.” Bryant said with a smile. He then made another gesture and touched some invisible point in front of him, and then disappeared. The screen went black and Bryant’s body, prone and still on the stage the whole time, began to pick himself up. He brushed off his designer slacks and rubbed the areas that made first contact with the floor. “My recommendation: Never use the Dot out of range of a soft surface.” He started to laugh. “You may not feel it on the trip there, but you will once you get back.” Rion clicked off the video. He sat in stunned amazement. It was real. Total Immersion and Connectivity, the ability to manipulate your environment, to access information, and feel sensations. While the rest of the country began to realize the implications, this would have for devices like Prosthesis and Digital Interaction, Rion had only one desire for this tech. It just had to be created first. Part 2 Gosling: Attention All Bigs, mids, and Kids. I need some help. Fractured_Prune: What’s up, Goz? Gosling: Anyone seen Cat_Noir? She’s not responding to my DM’s. AnarchyTabloid: I think she’s doing some server maintenance. Gosling: Awesome! What about Clint? I don’t see his username. Fractured_Prune: Bro, he’s a work. You know that. It’s midday. Not all of us can live a carefree slacker style like you. Gosling: Prune, shut up. Your giving me the shits. Fractured_Prune:……well done, my friend. Gosling: Well, you do bring it out of me. Fractured_Prune:..okay PhreekAmerica: Feeling like #2 suddenly, Prune Fractured_Prune: are you done? Gosling: I’ll take things asked outside of Prune’s bathroom for 100, Alex. <Fractured_Prune has logged out> Rion put his phone in his pocket and laughed. He would have to wait till he got home to share his ideas. Rion booted up his laptop, and logged into Cat’s Cradle. It was a forum created by Cat_Noir and was populated by many likeminded others like Prune, Phreek, and a global cast of characters. They were all united together by a common interest. They all had a unique way of coping with struggle. Rion sent a message in general chat that asked for all members to join at their earliest convenience. Slowly, the members logged in and acknowledged their presence some way. Some were general (“here”), and some were explicit (“Asshat”), but soon everyone was online. “Let’s move this to voice chat,” typed Rion. He got right to the point. “Everyone, I want us to adapt the server for Full Dive.” “What!?” said Prune. “I think we should upgrade the server and give ourselves a way to actually be Here in Cat’s Cradle.” “Impossible.” “Not anymore,” responded Rion, “Premier Group made their big announcement. The Dot is available for mass market consumption.” PhreekAmerica shouted “Yes, First Person Shooters for real.” Rion said, “yes Phreek, it’s going to change gaming. But it can also change us.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it before? All the conversations we have? Playtime? Cuddles? What instead of imagining it, we experienced it.” Everyone was silent. There were no more words to be said. Each of them knew in that moment that this was something they had all wished for, dreamed about, since they found each other. “So, where do we start, Rion?” Part 3 It took many nights and weeks. It was a labor of love, and became an obsession for the group. Each of them in their own way needed this to happen. Each of them worked in whatever roles needed to be done. Some learned new hobbies like coding. Others committed their drawings and creativity to the endeavor. But after long days and sleepless nights, the day arrived. Each of them had their Dots in hand. They followed the email directions, and when the hour struck on the appointed day, each of them attached their Dots and tapped. Rion opened his eyes and took in the soft glow of the room. It was a dome shape with soft glowing white walls and a light in the center that shone like a full moon on a winter’s night. Rion felt the soft cushions beneath him, and looked at the circle of similar chairs around the room. There were no hard edges, just softness and comfort everywhere you looked. He looked at the other bodies that began to slowly arise from the reclined seats. For the first time, they looked at each other, saw each other, after a year of speaking sight unseen. It was Cat who finally broke the silence, “Hello all of you beautiful people. Welcome to The Cradle.” They went through some technical items first. Cat told them how to operate their displays. Each of them had to swipe down with an index finger and a menu with options popped into their field of vision. They walked through the different roles of the group, and how to change them. Each member excitedly starting looking up options, clicking madly, but nothing was happening. Cat explained, “This is just our landing pad. We will always look here as we are, based on our own cognitive perception of ourselves. The settings will activate on the other side of this door.” Everyone’s eyes darted to a pale white sliding door, like elevator doors, that seemed to appear on one side of the room. Cat explained a few more rules, and had everyone go to their menus and look at the same rules and welcome and documents that they had transferred from their original forum. Each one signed their name with a digital imprint. “This contract, while possibly unnecessary, binds all of us to the terms. If anyone breaks any part of this contract, your digital self will be banished from the server.” Everyone sat stone faced. “Understand this,” Cat continued, “We are about to embark on something we have never done before. We are placing ourselves in a position of high vulnerability. While we may have shared things before, it was always through the proxy of our computers and phones. Through those doors, we will be feeling and interacting in ways could not have before imagined. This contract is protecting all of us. We each came here because our coping mechanisms made us vulnerable and untrusting of others. I will protect each and every one of you here, even from within. Is that clear?” Cat’s eyes shone with an intensity as she spoke. It made them all shiver slightly as if a cold wind had just blown through, or each of them were an antelope that had just witnessed a lion stare them down and walk past. It spoke to each one of them a feeling of, “Your life is mine for the taking.” But, in truth, it made each of them feel safe, protected, as if nothing could happen to them in here because of Cat. “Now, one more thing we need to do, kiddos. Let’s start this by finally introducing ourselves. I’ll go first: Hi everyone, I’m Kathleen, but you can call me Cat.” “so we’ve been calling you by your actual name this whole time?!” said a girl from across the room. “Yeah, it made this a lot easier on me than it will be on you. How about you, princess?” “Okay,” said the girl, “Hi everyone, I used to log in as Paci-Fi, but here you can call me Eve.” In turn, each of them introduced themselves to these others that they had spoken with daily but realized that there was still so much they didn’t know about each other. “Hi, you all know me as Gosling, but my name is Rion.” There was a pause, and Rion heard someone say, “Wait a minute, Rion Gosling?!? That’s amazing! Why didn’t you share that earlier? It’s a great pun.” Rion blushed and mumbled a thank you, and Cat clapped her hands, “Well kiddos, what are we waiting on? Let’s go.” The friends rushed to the door, and listened to the gentle whoosh of compressed air. The doors slid open to a large open room, one that they all marveled at at the same time. In the center of the room was a recessed square with the bottom two steps down from the main level. There were wooden cribs stained light brown, and changing tables with changing pads in every color of the rainbow. There was a small library with puffy pillows and bean bags for reading and tents for sitting in, and there was a art area with easels and smocks on hooks. One entire wall was nothing but stuffies and toys, and there was a kitchen area with high chairs and a bean shaped table with seats set in it around the outside. There was a single chair that allowed one person to feed each kid at the table. It was perfect, down to the last detail. Each one of them ran into the room, and then had to stop to adapt to the changes. For some of them, the room seemed to grow larger. Others found it harder to move. Rion found himself on his hands and knees. He was wearing a onesie over a cloth diaper. He looked at his hands. They looked the same as before. He looked aaround. Even the others looked like they did before, just their sizes changed. Others also gained animal features. Over each head, Rion could see their roles and pronoun preferences. There were Bigs, Littles, Mids, Furries, Sissies, and then there was Cat. Above Cat’s head was written, “Rocking the Cradle of Love.” It was a perfect title. Smiles slowly crept across each face as they felt every detail of the experience. The bigs ran their fingers over the furniture and looked in drawers to find each one fully stocked with care supplies. The kids and mids began sifting through the toy chests, and the infants flopped happily on their backs and grabbed their toes laughing. Nothing else happened. There was no conversation. Each one was content in this form, reveling in the sensations afforded to them. Rion was the first to discover a new sensation. He felt a spot of warmth spread across the front of his diaper. More and more issued forth until Rion felt himself in a warm puddle of his own creation. His eyes were half closed, his face a smile, and even without the flashing label, the other Caregivers knew what had happened. “Rion, do you have a wet diaper?” Shannon asked. Rion blushed and squirmed in his spot. “Nooooo…” “Are you telling me a fib, baby?” “Noooooo, Shannon.” “Well, little one, you don’t know this, but all of you littles have a special addition to your labels.” She bent down, and looked him in the eyes. “It tells us if your wet, hungry, and everything else.” Steven spoke up from the kitchen area, “I wonder if it can tell us anything else,” and she smiled at Shannon as if hiding a devious secret. She smiled back, “I guess we’ll find out.” Shannon picked Rion up under the arms and carried him over to a purple changing pad. She bucked the waist strap and booped him on the nose. “Don’t want you to take a tumble, do we?” Rion giggled. The feeling was indescribable. Shannon unsnapped the crotch of his onesie and undid the snaps of his cloth diaper. When it reached the cold air, Shannon noticed a sudden stiffening. She looked at Rion again and then turned to call to Steven, “Hey Steve, you were right! It can tell us that, too” Rion blushed. “Don’t worry, baby. We won’t take care of that publicly, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to do that now. Let’s just get you changed, and we can all explore this place together.”

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And not just physically but emotionally, mentally. I just recently started accepting myself as an ABDL. I started trying to slowly get more and more involved. I wanted to finally try wearing for myself. Before, I only wanted someone to do it for me, but I was finally ready to own it. I found someone who was willing to help me roleplay, get into a digital little space. But my trip to the store didn't go like I planned. I got overwhelmed and had a brief panic attack and had to go hide in housewares for a bit. Then, the partner I found gets to know me and my situation and decides they have to split. Not that I blame them. I'm an effing train wreck. My wife acknowledges that this is a part of me, but doesn't want anything to do with it and doesn't want to hear about it. I live in a backwoods area of the south. And while I know there are other AB's out there in the world, I dont know of a way to help myself. I see a therapist, I'm on medication, but still the only thing that I want is to Express this part of me in a way that hurts no one.

In the past, when I struggled with this aspect of myself, I prayed for God to deliver from the desire and take it away from me. I'm not sure if He will. The more I try to repress it, the stronger this Shadow Self becomes. But, I recently started thinking about what if God would answer my prayers to be able to go into Littlespace. Would God grant those prayers? If he's not going to take it away, would He be willing to allow it to happen, or will I remain in this limbo state?

I'm glad. I think that sometimes we as humans might have a tendency to cast ourselves in particular roles and believe that God has placed us there. Like say, I'm experiencing hardship, so I must be the villain in this story. Using the Literature metaphor, we are all round characters in this story, capable of growth and change. There are no Flat or Static characters, or even Stock characters; particular archetypes that are incapable of change.

If we accept this as true, then our focus must shift to how we approach Evangelism. If we do accept that some go up and some go down, we should make sure that this view does not lead us into complacency and we begin to ignore our call to make disciples of ALL nations. Even if we accept that some go up and some go down, we don't know WHO will go and there are no outside markers to determine it. I also agree with you in that my view of God is that of a Storyteller. I don't believe that that is all that He is, but it is an understanding that is beneficial to me. Others may not find the comfort in that that you and I have. But, we must also remember that God reveals himself to us all in a myriad of ways. I'd like to talk about this statement for a bit. Is this a general statement that correlates with that we are saying, or is this an observation that you have seen in your own life and others?

Jonah: Where? Mom comes over and deftly drops the crib rail as if shes done it hundreds of times.

Jonah opens his eyes as a bright ray of sunlight pours in through the open window billowing the pale yellow curtains. He stretched out his arms and legs slowly waking up from a deep slumber. Though still half asleep, knew two things were wrong. One he was surrounded by white bars. Two, he felt something cold and wet on his backside. He sat up. Jonah: ummmm....Hello! Anybody there?