ABDL, Not Trauma, Just Me

👋 Hi kiddos, this is Ian, the cool skater boy behind some of ABU’s social media antics, and now writing blogs for Fridays, celebrating the end of the work week in the biggest diapers on the block.

 

This week, I wanted to touch on a personal point that I think many of us face from outside the ABDL community.

 

“Why?”

“Your childhood must have been horrible.”

“Who hurt you?”

 

I have had some form of the above questions directed to me from DMs on social apps, in person at kink cons, or even growing up.

 

These questions are often meant to be inquisitive or of concern. Their way to try and show support, but as if they are asking me quietly, “tell me how to justify this in my head”.

 

It’s often my go-to to get defensive, as being an ABDL and an age player is an integral part of my identity, just as being a gay man is. And I often retaliate with the following question, but directed towards their identity – “Why are you gay?” “Who hurt you as a child, so now you like being beaten with a paddle?”

 

It’s a set thought that humans develop abstract sexualities (kinks and fetishes) as a form of therapy for some internalized damage. You got beaten as a child by your parents, so now you like impact play to work through that trauma. A Freudian explanation to understand ourselves and our bodies.

 

And there can be some truth to the thought. There are certainly examples of those who partake in age play as a form of regressive therapy. To heal some trauma. Relive a childhood that was taken from them or never experienced.

 

Me, however, I like diapers because I do.

 

I don’t wish to equate or justify my desires.

 

Formulate my kink.

 

This + that ÷ them = ABDL

 

Now, if someone were to ask me, “Why are you ABDL?”, I think I will just respond with “I just am. And I love it.”

 

Now I turn the question back to you tykes.

Why do you enjoy diapers?

Take a think this Friday while you sog that padding between your legs.

 

Perhaps you can draw a line between it and past trauma, and that’s ok! I am so happy you have a soft way to cradle that trauma.

 

Or maybe you’re like me. And just accept you’re a crinkle butt and love it!

 

Wishing you all the hugs and a crinkl-tastic day!