July 1, 2014
Today marks the end of the first year of my blog writing. I eventually intend my blog to serve as the seed for something much bigger. That idea is gradually taking form now.
Here is something I wrote one year ago today.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Since my PTSD diagnosis last week I have developed some insight into the nature of what still troubles me. I have begun having somatic memories of the earliest years of my life in which my mother was beginning to suffer her schizophrenic breakdown. Though I had barely any ability to form words so early in life it is nonetheless clear to me that I felt a high level of anxiety as my mother’s breakdown began. And I realize that I was also somehow aware of the high level of anxiety and stress my father suffered when my mother’s breakdown began. I feel that I did not get sufficient attention to develop in a healthy way.
Since I received my PTSD diagnosis I can see that I am reframing my life and how I think about it. One decision I have made as a result of the diagnosis is to list out my priorities and pursue those desires I am passionate about. This led me to inquire about the possibility of meeting someone I first met on diaper-bois.com about two years ago. I have long fantasized about being his diaper boy for a day, a weekend, a month, even more. Unfortunately that doesn’t seem too likely now given his relationship status. But I decided to nonetheless ask for the opportunity to meet him for a short period of time. It is something I have wanted to experience for a long while.
Today marks the end of the first year of my blog writing. I eventually intend my blog to serve as the seed for something much bigger. That idea is gradually taking form now.
Here is something I wrote one year ago today.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Since my PTSD diagnosis last week I have developed some insight into the nature of what still troubles me. I have begun having somatic memories of the earliest years of my life in which my mother was beginning to suffer her schizophrenic breakdown. Though I had barely any ability to form words so early in life it is nonetheless clear to me that I felt a high level of anxiety as my mother’s breakdown began. And I realize that I was also somehow aware of the high level of anxiety and stress my father suffered when my mother’s breakdown began. I feel that I did not get sufficient attention to develop in a healthy way.
Since I received my PTSD diagnosis I can see that I am reframing my life and how I think about it. One decision I have made as a result of the diagnosis is to list out my priorities and pursue those desires I am passionate about. This led me to inquire about the possibility of meeting someone I first met on diaper-bois.com about two years ago. I have long fantasized about being his diaper boy for a day, a weekend, a month, even more. Unfortunately that doesn’t seem too likely now given his relationship status. But I decided to nonetheless ask for the opportunity to meet him for a short period of time. It is something I have wanted to experience for a long while.
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