But, um. I guess since it's a forum for the mentioned fetishes. Do you ever get depressed about some of them?
I mean, having them, or thinking about how others would see you if they knew?

I'm sorry that I don't have much to say about the questions that I'm posing. I have a depression checklist that I occasionally check to see if my fears are worse because I'm depressed or if i'm getting depressed from fears. I'm sorry, I'm rambling. Don't worry about me, just think about the two questions that I asked at the beginning.

I'm sorry if any of you saw what i got. I removed it because I didn't want to worry anyone.

Sometimes I get slightly depressed that I can't indulge my fetishes in real life...

But if anyone looks down on me for them then I don't care.

I get very depressed that I have very little privacy and little chance to indulge worry-free. I always have to worry that someone might wake up and discover me (since I don't have my own room). I hate not being able to be myself! But... I would NOT get rid of my interests if given the chance.

I don't wear diapers often because family would think it's odd if I get big, secret packages too often. The worry of being discovered is another reason too. I have to hide in the kitchen because it's the only safe place to wear my night gown. I technically can wear diapers more often, I suppose, but I like to wear my night gown at the same time (which I can't even wash! so I have to be really careful with it!). It's like it instantly relieves a large portion of stress from my mind. It just feels right. Why did I have to be born as a guy!? It's completely unfair! But sometimes I wonder if I would have been able to appreciate being a girl if I didn't know what it was like to be a guy?

Yeah, I know. I am 24.... but I don't know what to do with my life, I can't afford to move out, I would be lonely if I did, and my family always needs me too much (...so I'd feel bad if I did move out somehow. They drive me crazy, but I do love them).

I'm depressed mostly about the fact that the only contact I've had with people like me is through the pixels on my computer screen. I would love nothing more than to meet one of my friends online but I know that won't be happening any time soon. I know where one of my best friends lives and now that I have a car I'm going to drive across the country to see him.

We all get depressed sometimes but what we all need to know is that we can do something about it, even if not right away. We just stay strong, bide our time and know that it will get better eventually, but only if we do something.

Only because I suck at drawing fetishy art.

i'm in the same boat as shippofox except i'm not a sissy. i'm afraid that if i move out no one here in our house is gonna help my mom when she needs it, because only me and my sister can see how selfish everyone else in the house is. bunch of selfish pricks.

I don't really get depressed about it. I figure I'll tell who I can tell, and then everyone else either won't find out or they'd have to be snooping through my stuff, and if I haven't told them, they shouldn't be anywhere near my stuff. So no, it doesn't depress me that I have the fetish. The closest I come is the depression that comes from my disappointment in the general human race.

I hate this fetish, and everything about it.

I absolutely despise being in love with infantile objects.

But, alas, it is my curse. And, as a curse naturally is, I suppose I must live with it.
Best make some joy out of the bad, I 'spose.