Truth Be Told, Part the Third · 9:12pm Dec 27th, 2014
The terms of surrender my parents placed on me, as if I was the losing side of a war forced to be kicked about under a treaty, served to further my resentment. My cell phone was to be constantly searched, my messages checked and my personal business invaded. My PC was moved to the living room where I could be watched at all times. That Derpy statuette I got? It was removed from its home on my desk and given to my little sister as damn TOY. Fucking salt in the wound, I tell ya.
The next 6 monhs were filled with school, anger building, and a general agreement among my friends that my parents are a-holes. Beyond that, however, it was also a time of discovery. A strange desire that I've always had began to surface with unprecedented intensity: my "little side". I was aware of the existance of the ABDL community already, but I had never given much thought to it and how I fit in it all. My theory is that the betrayal by my parents led to feelings of abandonment, my worst fear. The need for affection and love (accented by my severely hampered romantic life) coalesced with my latent interest in diapers and being babied, creating full-blown need for some TLC.
The change didn't occur overnight. Months of reflection and guilt led me to finally reveal my secret comfort to my two best friends. I'd managed by that point to get ahold of a disconnected smartphone and my dad's wi-fi password (ominously enough, it was "godwilljudge"). I sent some adult foal art to the two of them as I was unable to find the words to explain. The exact words I recieved from one of the was "OMG SO KAWAII". I took that as her being fine with it. The other simply accepted it in his trademark stoic fashion.
Not twwo weeks later was I caught red-handed by my mom.
And let me guess, your parents, being the jerks that they were, lashed out at you for that.