i realise i haven’t posted on here in forever whoops. but im here for some advice hopefully.
i’ve been regressing a lot younger than i usually do recently, i typically regress to around 4 to 6 and sometimes a little younger but recently i’ve been regressing as young as an infant and it’s mostly impure regression, it comes along after panic attacks or sensory meltdowns (im autistic) and ends up with me regressing to the point where i’m non verbal and can’t really do anything myself, im usually able to grab my paci and my comfort blankie but i was hoping for some advice maybe.
i’ve only known about my regression for around a year and im still learning about it now, it’s still new to me, i dont have a cg and only one of my friends knows about my regression and he’s a regressor too. if anybody has any tips on how to deal with regressing as young as infancy on my own i would love to hear them and any questions are welcome also <3
this is clearly big me writing this but i’d like to clarify that this regression is involuntary, i do sometimes regress voluntarily to cope whenever i’m overwhelmed.
if you read this far thank you, i love this community and i would really appreciate some advice on dealing with impure regression and reaching such a young age, again this is all new to me still so any tips and advice are welcome! <3
5:11 AM. I expect this answer if I ever find the courage to question. It probably isn't true, for there is at least one person who loves me at least a little bit. But the brain wants painful answers. It oh so cruelly wants to make its living being suffer. Tell me why produce such lies?. Why deceive an innocent soul into believing horrible declarations?. Why torture your own body like this?. Why create a living hell to burn in?. I don't want to live with a traitorous mind. What have I done to deserve the worst punishment of all, a mind that is against you?. I want to know, I want to understand. Or maybe I don't.
Life is a beautiful lie. Death is the inevitable, unshakeable truth. You can't out run it. You can't hide. There's nowhere to go. I don't want to die but I don't want to live like this. Stuck between the two worlds, unable to pick is unpleasant to say the least. Maybe finding strong love may ease out the pain and sooth the heart. It is unnerving to think that even with billions of humans on this Earth that i might not be anyone's choice. I wouldn't blame them. There's a plethora of issues in my being. I am willing to try to accept the fact that I may never be the star of my own show. That there is more than a good chance that I may have to witness the happiness of others from the sidelines.
I am true to myself. I am honest, loyal and trustworthy to the ones who deserve it. If I wasn't me then I would be one of the many narrow minded people on this Earth. I may not be a saint, but the amount of people out there that are lacking in the brain cells department scares me. If I myself didn't go through them, I wouldn't have been able to understand the pain exactly and help others whenever I can. Everything has pros and cons. Nothing is ever just black and white. There's thousands of shades of grey in between. In this case I do not like me, I wish it wasn't like this. But I do not want to be someone else, someone who's not ...well me.
Humans are confusing creatures. Look at where we have brought society. Its never been better. In every generation there is always so many things wrong. The world has never been right. We are driving this planet to death. We may be the only living thing that does so. Sometimes I wonder what it would be now if we never evolved. The more you know the harder it gets. Knowledge brings awareness as well as misery. There's always a catch. Like I said pros and cons, greys and more.
Typing away at my computer, turning thoughts into words, assembling them to create meaningful sentences that come together to form paragraphs sooth me, calms me down and brings everything into a slow pace. Words are powerful. Sticks and stones may break your bones, physically harm you, but psychological damage does more to a person. More harm. Scars in one's mind may be the hardest to heal. Be very very careful what you say when you open your mouth. What you put out can never be taken back. Protect yourself, the heart is tender.
This blog is a safe place for all littles and age regressors. There will be no 18+ content so anyone who tries to send adult content or attempts to bring hate to my posts will be swiftly blocked and reported for harassment. That being said, I understand that not everyone likes or agrees with everything people say or do. But if you have a hateful comment or mean things to say, don't bother looking at the rest of this account. Be the bigger person and move on.
[image description: A grayscale Trigun comic featuring Vash and Wolfwood.
Against a black background, child Vash floats in Ship 5, curled up and with his thumb pressed to his mouth. Heartbeat noises sound around him, and he looks at peace. The background shifts to white and shows adult Vash, sitting shirtless with his knees pulled up to his chest. The heartbeat sound continues only to be interrupted by knocking. Wolfwood, from outside the bathroom, asks, "Hey blondie! You fell asleep in there?"
The scene expands to reveal Vash sitting curled up in the bathtub, shower spraying on the back of his head. His clothes are left aimlessly on the bathroom counter and floor. From outside the bathroom, Wolfwood, shrugging of his jacket, continues, "… The sand steamer leaves at dawn tomorrow so don't take all night. I'm not waking you up gently if you're late." Vash's eyes continue to look downward, glazed and unfocused. Step sound effects and a yawn sound from outside the bathroom before Wolfwood says, "'m going to bed…". In the tub, Vash sits curled up against a dark background, before eventually lifting his head and unfurling himself as the background grows lighter.
He twists around to turn off the shower and then looks at the floor, going, "Ah." He sits, thinking, before calling out "Wolfwood?". A sleepy Wolfwood replies, "…yeah?" from offscreen. "I forgot my towel!" Vash exclaims. "Ugh, look under your change of clothes… Knew you'd forget so I left it there…" a grouchy Wolfwood replies. "Gee, thanks!" Vash replies, a cartoony doodle of him saying "so reliable!".
Vash, shirtless but with sleep pants on, opens the door, towel draped over his head, to see Wolfwood, reclining on the bed. Wolfwood's smoking and holding his rosary, lit by the light from the bathroom. Vash climbs into bed next to him, towel still around his shoulders, and rests his head on Wolfwood's chest. His eyes close and then open to see Wolfwood watching him. Vash exclaims, "Oh! It's speeding up!, and Wolfwood bonks him on the head before saying, "Get on here since ya wanna be so up close 'n personal!". The two tussle briefly and Vash laughs before Wolfwood tucks the blanket around them. Wolfwood continues to smoke as Vash curls up against his chest and listens to his heartbeat, the background turning black once again as he smiles, content. /end id]
someone started a challenge of putting romantic music on top of star trek clips to see how gay it gets. couldn't find the op so in courtesy of all that is spirk, challenge accepted.
*cough* ahem
edit: y'know, if you listen to it with your eyes closed it just adds a WHOLE DIFFERENT feeling to the thing.