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So… for those who the thread post may have gotten your attention, this is a very real and sincere question.
Recently, I was involved in a horrific incident that has left me with injuries from which I will never fully recover. As a real life cowboy, I have experienced a lot of injuries and accidents, as farming and ranching is one of the most dangerous occupations. —According to a recent study quoted in USA Today, it is the third most dangerous job in America. Other studies show it as the #1 most dangerous job and some around #6.
Anyhow, back to point. I have had many close calls, and miscellaneous injuries throughout my life and time as a cowboy. But the most recent experience left me with injuries that are irreparable and will be part of me and the rest of my life. A few seconds of happenstance could have kept me from never posting here again, nor existing further on this planet.
I have no doubt others too have had life changing events and accidents, so that isn’t unique to my occupation. But after two months of absence, I came back to my favorite place of refuge for the past 14 years, and where I could be me, and found I really hadn’t been missed at all.
The cogs of the community continued on, with many changes and new faces and others that likewise haven’t been here for awhile.
But, despite the many posts, the literal years of time spent both writing and reading and participating here, there was really no notice of my absence.
Im not looking for sympathy, nor am I being critical of anyone or the community. I am just pointing out that literally, no one noticed or seemed to care as to why I dissappeared.
This has left me very contemplative. In that while I have always touted the benefits of being here on ADISC, and how the community is an amazing place to receive support and likewise help others… it still is not the same as reality and those who physically you may be in contact and know each day.
My friends outside of the community here immediately noticed my absence and have been very concerned and looking in in my well-being. Even others on Facebook who are virtual friends reached out and expressed genuine care and concern.
But coming back tonight, I find nothing. Nobody wondered why I hadn’t posted. Nobody asked if I was okay. Nobody missed my absence.
Again, I’m not upset or trying to place guilt, because I recognized, how much have I noticed if others here did not post, even if they are folks I have appreciated thee presence and benefits from their posts and membership here. It’s just the reality of virtual communities.
So, I guess the purpose of my post is not just a blog, but to ask the question if others have experienced this too? And if so, perhaps there needs to be a recognition that while ADISC exists as a suooort community, and beyond that, the ABDL community is a group we associate with… it isn’t the same as those whom we know and associate with in person.
Even the act of being ABDL is still not full reality, as while we may act and associate with being little and/or attracted to diapers, it still isn’t the truth of our reality of being physically an adult. It is still a fantasy. And I personally hate saying that! Because the feelings of being DL or ABDL, or the associations with this are deep and as real as any other emotions or feelings that I have. But alas, it is not actually a physical reality.
So, my contemplations here are that despite how much I value the relationships and benefits and feelings of belonging to the community here, the reality is that I am just a name, a person who participated here, and I hope provided some good insights and comfort and help to others.
But I am just an avatar name and my posts are just anonymous words and letters.
Has anyone else experienced this? If so my prayers and thoughts go out to you. I apologize that I haven’t been a better friend and noticed if you weren’t around for awhile.
Recently, I was involved in a horrific incident that has left me with injuries from which I will never fully recover. As a real life cowboy, I have experienced a lot of injuries and accidents, as farming and ranching is one of the most dangerous occupations. —According to a recent study quoted in USA Today, it is the third most dangerous job in America. Other studies show it as the #1 most dangerous job and some around #6.
Anyhow, back to point. I have had many close calls, and miscellaneous injuries throughout my life and time as a cowboy. But the most recent experience left me with injuries that are irreparable and will be part of me and the rest of my life. A few seconds of happenstance could have kept me from never posting here again, nor existing further on this planet.
I have no doubt others too have had life changing events and accidents, so that isn’t unique to my occupation. But after two months of absence, I came back to my favorite place of refuge for the past 14 years, and where I could be me, and found I really hadn’t been missed at all.
The cogs of the community continued on, with many changes and new faces and others that likewise haven’t been here for awhile.
But, despite the many posts, the literal years of time spent both writing and reading and participating here, there was really no notice of my absence.
Im not looking for sympathy, nor am I being critical of anyone or the community. I am just pointing out that literally, no one noticed or seemed to care as to why I dissappeared.
This has left me very contemplative. In that while I have always touted the benefits of being here on ADISC, and how the community is an amazing place to receive support and likewise help others… it still is not the same as reality and those who physically you may be in contact and know each day.
My friends outside of the community here immediately noticed my absence and have been very concerned and looking in in my well-being. Even others on Facebook who are virtual friends reached out and expressed genuine care and concern.
But coming back tonight, I find nothing. Nobody wondered why I hadn’t posted. Nobody asked if I was okay. Nobody missed my absence.
Again, I’m not upset or trying to place guilt, because I recognized, how much have I noticed if others here did not post, even if they are folks I have appreciated thee presence and benefits from their posts and membership here. It’s just the reality of virtual communities.
So, I guess the purpose of my post is not just a blog, but to ask the question if others have experienced this too? And if so, perhaps there needs to be a recognition that while ADISC exists as a suooort community, and beyond that, the ABDL community is a group we associate with… it isn’t the same as those whom we know and associate with in person.
Even the act of being ABDL is still not full reality, as while we may act and associate with being little and/or attracted to diapers, it still isn’t the truth of our reality of being physically an adult. It is still a fantasy. And I personally hate saying that! Because the feelings of being DL or ABDL, or the associations with this are deep and as real as any other emotions or feelings that I have. But alas, it is not actually a physical reality.
So, my contemplations here are that despite how much I value the relationships and benefits and feelings of belonging to the community here, the reality is that I am just a name, a person who participated here, and I hope provided some good insights and comfort and help to others.
But I am just an avatar name and my posts are just anonymous words and letters.
Has anyone else experienced this? If so my prayers and thoughts go out to you. I apologize that I haven’t been a better friend and noticed if you weren’t around for awhile.
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