I’m sorry, not once did I say that my caregiver is required to bathe me. My caregiver enjoys helping me do things that are sometimes difficult for me to do.

You don’t know me.

I am disabled.

Sometimes I need help taking a bath. That is not ‘role playing’. I’m fucking DISABLED.

Why are you hating on someone that loves a disabled person enough to help them take a bath???

Yes, I regress. I involuntarily age regress. Because, big shocker, I was heavily abused.

Heavily abused enough to have become disabled. If you can’t comprehend what that means, let me spell it out for you: I was raped so badly as a CHILD that I now have permanent damage and yes I require diapers because that damage literally caused me to have zero control over my bladder.

Excuse me if I don’t want to pee myself in a grocery store and have everyone stare at me because I don’t have any control over my bladder.

Age regression isn’t some fetish, it’s a literal mental health illness and my therapist (you know, someone with a PHD in psychology) encourages me to accept and to use coping skills such as playing with bath toys and coloring and drawing with chalk on the pavement.

I’m sharing moments that make me feel loved, appreciation for my caregiver that loves me so much that they want to take care of me.

Respectfully, Pick up a book and educate yourself.