- 3 years ago
#54626
Recently I've had a lot of my friends make jokes about me being a little, and a friend of mine that herself is a little at one point referred to me as "one of her little friends" which at the time really took me off guard. But the more people make these comments the more I think they may be right. I'm pretty new to the idea of littles and caregivers, and I've been trying to do some research to figure out if this is a community that I feel I belong in, but I'm having a hard time.
There are some little things that I really love, but a lot of others that I also don't relate to. Like how I love stuffies, and coloring, and some children's toys, and stickers, and way too many sweets at one time, and children's movies, and the idea of being taken care of. But I'm not one for bright colors or pacifiers or diapers or talking in a kind of childish babbly way.
I know not every little is the same, but I don't know if liking these things really makes me a little. I think maybe my little age is just a little older, which would explain the dislike for pacifiers and diapers, and to be honest even as a kid I never liked bright sparkly things all that much. Maybe I am a little, and my little age is just closer to the 5-8 range?
I know littlespace is a huge aspect of being a little, and to be completely honest I'm not sure if this is something I've experienced. There are some instances that maybe have been littlespace but I didn't really know what it was. Like there was a day recently where I was having a terrible day, felt like crap all day long, but then at some point I was sitting on my bed criss cross applesauce, eating a lunchable, and just lightly dancing to the silence. And I felt happy. And I didn't know why I felt happy. After feeling terrible all day, I suddenly was happy, and I was aware of the fact that I had no reason to be happy, and I even wondered why I wanted to dance. But the lunchable just made me happy. And for the most part, my brain felt, almost lighter...if that makes sense, and I couldn't pinpoint why, but I didn't care enough to really think on it and figure it out. Looking back, I realized I felt like I was in a very childlike state, where my brain wasn't weighed down by the crap of the real world, and my lunchable made me happy.
Maybe that wasn't littlespace, maybe it was, I don't know if I fully know what littlespace is. But part of me is very drawn to the CGL world, and to the idea of having someone to take care of me, to reassure me, and tell me that being clingy and needy is okay. I like the idea of cuddling up in a significant others lap and being called cute names and watching Disney movies and making cookies and coloring cute little pictures for him, and hearing that I did a good job.
Part of me thinks that maybe as I wrote this post I answered my own question, but I'm going to post it anyways, because I could still use some advice and reassurance on the matter, and maybe hearing it from other people will help me accept it.
There are some little things that I really love, but a lot of others that I also don't relate to. Like how I love stuffies, and coloring, and some children's toys, and stickers, and way too many sweets at one time, and children's movies, and the idea of being taken care of. But I'm not one for bright colors or pacifiers or diapers or talking in a kind of childish babbly way.
I know not every little is the same, but I don't know if liking these things really makes me a little. I think maybe my little age is just a little older, which would explain the dislike for pacifiers and diapers, and to be honest even as a kid I never liked bright sparkly things all that much. Maybe I am a little, and my little age is just closer to the 5-8 range?
I know littlespace is a huge aspect of being a little, and to be completely honest I'm not sure if this is something I've experienced. There are some instances that maybe have been littlespace but I didn't really know what it was. Like there was a day recently where I was having a terrible day, felt like crap all day long, but then at some point I was sitting on my bed criss cross applesauce, eating a lunchable, and just lightly dancing to the silence. And I felt happy. And I didn't know why I felt happy. After feeling terrible all day, I suddenly was happy, and I was aware of the fact that I had no reason to be happy, and I even wondered why I wanted to dance. But the lunchable just made me happy. And for the most part, my brain felt, almost lighter...if that makes sense, and I couldn't pinpoint why, but I didn't care enough to really think on it and figure it out. Looking back, I realized I felt like I was in a very childlike state, where my brain wasn't weighed down by the crap of the real world, and my lunchable made me happy.
Maybe that wasn't littlespace, maybe it was, I don't know if I fully know what littlespace is. But part of me is very drawn to the CGL world, and to the idea of having someone to take care of me, to reassure me, and tell me that being clingy and needy is okay. I like the idea of cuddling up in a significant others lap and being called cute names and watching Disney movies and making cookies and coloring cute little pictures for him, and hearing that I did a good job.
Part of me thinks that maybe as I wrote this post I answered my own question, but I'm going to post it anyways, because I could still use some advice and reassurance on the matter, and maybe hearing it from other people will help me accept it.