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[ramsywasalittlelamb]

hello! it’s been awhile since I’ve been on here and honestly I miss it! I’m sorry I went away without a notice or anything, but I removed tumblr from my phone for my own safety regarding my privacy space with my family!!

i’ve been writing, reading comics and books, watching shows and movies, and generally trying to figure out my life and what to do with it! unsure if this is because of progress in therapy or my overall life state, but regression has become less frequent! (a good thing for me!)

fear not though! I’m still writing about regression, it’s such a personal experience that I don’t think I could ever ignore its presence and impact in my life. For the meantime though, don’t expect content! fics or moodboards, both will probably not come from this blog for awhile unless I actively make one on a whim due to thinking that I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to redownload tumblr— aka I don’t think I’ll gain my privacy back until I leave my house which will not be for awhile lol

i love and miss you all so much!! mwah mwah!

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꒰୨୧◞ 。tips on taking care of pre-loved stuffies⠀.ᐟ

╰⟢ to help with matted fur you can use a bristle brush or a pet brush — make sure to be gentle so your new friend doesn’t lose fur !

╰⟢ if your friends fur is sherpa, gently fluff them with a regular hair brush, i use a wet brush detangler and it works well.

╰⟢ use a fabric cleaning spray or warm/lukewarm water while washing your new friend.

╰⟢ avoid hot water and don’t use the dryer ! instead, after your friend gets wet or damp, use a hair dryer on a low or medium setting.

╰⟢ check the tag for care instructions or if your friend is from a well known brand look up tutorials on how to wash them (ex. how to wash my squishmallow)

╰⟢ there are also tons of articles and videos on how to wash old stuffies from thrift stores, flea markets, antique stores etc.

╰⟢ mesh washing bags for delicates can be used to protect your friend if you run them through the washer.

╰⟢ if your new friend gets wet you must thoroughly dry them to avoid mold or mildew (yucky)

╰⟢ use nail scissors for loose threads or to clean up any pulled fur that doesn’t sit right anymore.

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looking up a fandom + agere and getting 1 tumblr post is truly a humbling experience

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heyyy gentlest reminder, my friends, that you do not have to disclose your trauma and mental illnesses to justify your age regression. it's perfectly fine to regress/dream "just because" and strangers are not entitled to your sensitive information/past just because they want to validate it FOR you. don't let anyone make you feel like you have to explain yourself just for coping/soothing/self-parenting in a way that feels good + healing for YOU. there is no criteria to meet to be yourself!

but also, it IS sensitive information and there are some people around the community especially predators who will use that information to get closer to you and/or hurt you. so please practice internet safety, be careful who you share your details with, and block ANYONE who doesn't seem right or play nice.

protect your space and be safe everyone! 🙏

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Asks about your fictional caregiver!

This is for everyone who has any type of fictional caregiver, regardless of if that's platonic, romantic, ect! Be respectful when asking and remember to send an ask to the person who you reblog this from!

I will be making a fictional regressor version soon as well!

🐶. Who are your fictional caregivers? Do you have a 'main' one?

🐳. Is there an age and/or animal you find yourself regressing to around your caregiver? Alternatively if you have multiple fictional caregivers is there a different age and/or animal you regress to around each one?

🐇. Talk about your relationship! Is it platonic, romantic, ect, what is your dynamic like?

🦖. What can your fictional caregiver do to get you into your regression headspace?

🐙. Do they have any nicknames for you? Is there meaning behind them?

🐛. Does your fictional caregiver a specific type of caregiver? (Ie a parental caregiver, a doctor caregiver, an angel caregiver, ect)

🐧. Is there anything your caregiver helps you with while you're regressed?

🦝. What are they like as a caregiver? Feel free to talk about as many as you want.

🐏. What would your fictional caregiver do if you were upset? How would they comfort you?

🐄. If you had a nursery how would you decorate it? Would your caregiver(s) be allowed to decorate it too?

🐘. If you had a play date with another fictional regressor or fictional caregiver who would they be? Would you like to do anything specific with them?

🐯. What would your ideal day with your fictional caregiver look like?

🐭. What meals and/or treats would they make you? Is there something they only really make you when you're regressed?

🦉. Do you have any regression gear that you use around them?

🦄. Do they have any particular activities they like doing while you're regressed?

🐈. Do they have any toys they like to play with you while you're regressed?

🦇. Do you have any TV shows you'd watch together? Are they 'typical' regression shows?

🐼. Do you have any video games that you would play with your fictional caregiver?

🐍. If you want to make an edit based around your relationship with your caregiver(s)

🐝. Talk about your fictional caregiver! It can be any information you want to share about them- It doesn't need to be caregiver or regression related!

🐤. Free space for any question I missed!

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cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight

a batfamily agere fic! 2.7k words, fluff! warnings for mentions of nightmares and fear toxin, never goes in depth!

hello!! ive been super inactive as of late for a multitude of reasons, but mostly bc ive gone back into spy mode of having an online existence lol enjoy the fic! (better to read on ao3 imo!) lmk if i need to add any warnings!

pinterest photo links 1 2 3, title from this must be the place by talking heads!!

First it was Tim.

He had been taken off duty mid-patrol after a dose of fear toxin had been administered to him and possibly Jason. Even though he argued that he was fine, he took an antidote, and they should be more worried about Jason, Bruce persisted until Tim resigned for the night and retreated back to the cave.

He would never admit that his hands trembled with the scenes flashing in his mind on the back of his eyes each time he blinked for a second. 

He would never admit that the hug he received from Alfred upon arriving made him tear up underneath the mask.

He would never admit that in the middle of the night, the lonely openness of the room and the creak in the hallway floorboards began to scare him enough to not sleep, prompting him to go to Bruce’s room because Bruce’s room was safe. Because Bruce was safe.

Bruce squinted in the darkness of his room when a weight dipped his mattress, beginning to sit up to ask what was wrong or if someone was hurt, but soon settled back down when he saw a teary eyed Tim crawling into the bed with Aurora tucked between his arms in a tight hug, thinking he hadn’t woken Bruce up.

Bruce would never admit that Tim woke him up.

Next it was Damian.

He had come home later than Drake but earlier than the others for school purposes, getting enough sleep the night prior was valued for the loud and noisy classmates he had to put up with for a majority of his day, along with getting his homework done on time for the next day.

He had finished his schoolwork, freshened up, and followed his usual routine for the weekdays, ready to sleep.

Except.. something was off.

He had traced back everything he did, and everything he did was in the correct order and routine…

Oh, his pacifier was missing from his bedside table. He must have left it in father’s bedroom from the previous night.

He folded back his covers and trotted down the hall, narrowly avoiding the loud spots on the floor and opening the door to father’s room, only to see Drake and father slumbering.

He continued forward, passing the empty and inviting spot on one of father’s side to grab his pacifier and return back to his bed.

But he paused, eyes and mind darting between the open slot on the mattress and the half open door, revealing the nightlights placed throughout the hall.

Bruce would never be able to explain the selfish disappointment he felt when he heard the door close, only for a burst of joy to replace and erupt in his chest when he felt Damian snuggle against his side, the pacifier knocking against his shoulder in a rhythmic motion.

This time, it wasn’t Jason.

He had been having nightmares on repeat— as if that was new,— the way he had been carrying himself and working the past few nights had been concerning at the very least. Everyone had noticed, but didn’t bring it up, until Dick came over from Bludhaven and took him aside.

Jason had admitted to not having great sleep recently, but had argued that, once again, it wasn’t new to him. He could work it out, push through. And once the nightmares have made their run, everyone can carry on their merry way.

Of course, nothing ever worked out that way for anyone in this family.

His head felt full of just.. a feeling of disturbance, followed by the fact that he was distracted by how his left arm and right leg weren’t cooperating with him, one of scarecrow’s men had whacked him square in the head, sending him to the ground.

The rush of cold air flowing through a crack on his mask hit his face, everything felt so far away. Why does everything feel so fuzzy? Why is someone yelling in my ears? Why are there so many sounds?

The hands under his armpits dragging him from his spot on the floor cut him out of his thoughts, his eyes burning along with his lungs, the loudness in his ears was just too much. He struggled against the hands dragging him, effectively flipping on his stomach and away from the person.

He blinked heavily up at the person, his vision swimming as he squinted at them. Dick? Tim? Bruce? None of those options sounded great to deal with right now.

Next thing he knew, he was jolting awake with panic and fear seizing in his chest, an overwhelming feeling of everything crashing into his system. He wasn’t in his room, he wasn’t even in a safe house, this was the manor.

With remnants of the nightmare leaping around in the fog of his mind, he clutched the sheets closer to him as he tried to move off the bed, but his limbs didn’t want to cooperate. His knees hit the cold floor with a whimper leaving his mouth, tears filling up his eyes quickly as he sat in his own misery.

Then it was Cass.

She almost always sought someone out for cuddles during the night, regressed or not. It was comforting being wrapped up in someone’s arms, but just like tonight, sometimes it was because it just got really cold and lonely in the manor.

Tucking her big bird plush in her arms as she wrapped her fluffy blanket around her shoulders, she ventured out into the hall.

Her hand was on the handle of Bruce’s door, when something felt.. off… There was an icy ache of worry forming in her chest, something in the back of her head to look around first.

Listening to her instincts, she checks all the rooms, some of them missing their owner, making her smile knowing she’ll have more people to hug tonight.

Two rooms, side by side, had light coming from underneath the door. Dick was awake, which was no surprise seeing as he slept until five in the afternoon, but Jason being awake set off the alarms in her head.

Opening it slowly to let him know she was entering, and thankfully not receiving a request to leave, she saw Jason sitting beside his bed with his face hidden by his arms resting on his tucked up knees. The blankets tossed around and his pillow shoved between the wall and mattress. Clearly not a restful night.

She sat beside him, at a distance for his comfort, allowing him all the space and time he needs, but letting him know she was there. She would always be there for them.

“Nightmare.” Jason grumbled, his voice muffled by his position. She hummed, nodding even though she knew he couldn’t see it. She knows how terrible nightmares can be, she also knows how badly they affect everyone in the family differently. Some had gotten used to them and could shake them off easier, meanwhile others couldn’t even close their eyes without an image of the bad dream reappearing.

“It sucks and— and it’s frustrating! I know I get them, and they still get me shaken up when it happens, and it sucks!” He says, throwing his head back against the mattress, letting his arms fall to his side.

Hm, regressed.

She takes big bird from her arms and places him into Jason’s lap. If he helps her take her mind off bad things, he should help Jason do the same.

“Big bird? What am I supposed to do with it?” He wipes his nose with his sleeve with a small scowl and questioning look at the plush.

“Him.” She corrects, “Hug.”

He pauses, looking between Cass and Big bird, before picking up the stuffed animal and hugging it, releasing a breath of what seemed like relief.

“Come.” Cass says after letting Jason have a moment of peace with big bird, standing up and reaching a hand out for Jason to take.

He takes it, the two of them walking hand in hand a little further in the hallway to Bruce’s room. Jason pauses at the doorway, but Cass pats his hand, nodding with encouragement.

Cass lays with her back to Tim, scooting as close as she can to make room for Jason— though that’s not too hard with how large Bruce’s bed is. Jason shuffles hesitantly, tucking his head under Cass’s chin and allowing himself to be hugged by her, whilst hugging big bird in his arms.

She won’t be cuddled tonight, but she’s always willing to repay what the others have given her.

“G’night, love you.” He whispers to her, nuzzling further against her in search of comfort.

“Love you too.” She murmurs back, a smile etched on her face as she drifts off.

After hearing a few doors and very quiet talking, Duke decides to get up from his bed of misery.

He had tried making it more comfortable over the time he’s been here, but sometimes nothing would shake the feeling of homesickness he still felt.

Plus, that fuzzy feeling— regression, he reminds himself— keeps making it hard to do anything but lay down and cry in his own sadness, curled up with his all too cold blankets and in want of a hug.

But it’s late, everyone is probably settled back down for the night and— and he couldn’t just bother anyone for a hug anyway. He’s new to this family, the dynamic, and he just.. he didn’t slide in perfectly like a puzzle piece yet.

Sure, he was close with them and he talked to them like family, but everything was still new and he continued to find out more things. Not only about them, but himself too.

And right now, he just feels small, tired, and homesick.

Though.. Tim did tell him that if he ever felt in need of a hug, no matter the time, Bruce will always be willing to give one to him— Perks of being the new kid, Bruce couldn’t really get angry with you, Dick added. And Bruce did give some good hugs.

It wouldn’t hurt to try.

He picks himself off the bed and goes down to the end of the hall to Bruce’s door. He can hear Bruce snoring on the other side, the sound of the sheets rustling every now and then. Maybe Bruce was just an active sleeper.

He opens the door and…

Pretty much everyone is already in the bed, like a secured spot dedicated to each and every one of them. Ouch.

His bottom lip begins to wobble as his eyes well with tears. It’s not that serious, really, but seeing all the others so adjusted and comfortable to do this like it’s a routine, meanwhile he still feels like he’s intruding on everything.. It’s isolating, to say the least.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, staring at the absolute cozy and familial scene in front of him, watching like an outsider, like it’s a paused screen.

Dick hears the door to Bruce’s door open for the umpteenth time tonight, but he never hears it close. 

Odd.

He clicks off his phone, peeking his head out quietly to investigate and Duke is standing at Bruce’s door, teary eyed, fidgeting with the frayed hoodie strings.

Alarms go off in his head immediately. Duke never seeks out Bruce in the middle of the night like this, and he certainly has never seen Duke come to anyone crying, so something must’ve happened.

He walks over, his steps unintentionally quiet until he purposefully makes a floorboard creak under his weight. Duke jumps at the noise and stares wide at Dick.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Dick whispers, bending over a little to get more eye-to-eye with Duke, reaching over to pull the bedroom door nearly closed to block the sound of them talking.

Duke glances between Dick and inside the room through the small crack, biting on his lip before shaking his head, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie. “‘M fine.” He says wetly with a sniffle. Very convincing.

“Duke, if something is wrong, you can let me or anyone one of us know. We won’t judge you or tell another person.” He assures, trying so hard to get concern across and not worry and panic in his expressions.

Duke hesitates, “I’m jus’ not feeling good. Sad.” He says, his bottom lip quivering as more tears well up. “Jus’ wanna hug.” He says in such a pitiful way, Dick thinks his heart just got torn then ripped out of his chest.

“Oh, lightning bug, I’d be more than willing to give you a hug— any of us would be.” He says, opening his arms for Duke to crash into, to which he promptly does. Tears soak through Dick’s shirt, though he doesn’t really care at the moment because his baby brother is sad, and he can’t have that.

“Did you want a hug from Bruce?” Dick asks after a few beats, he needs to figure out why the kid was just standing there. Duke nods against his chest. “Okay, so why didn’t you go in and get one, bug?” Duke hesitates again, holding Dick tighter.

“Didn’t feel right. Everybody is asleep ‘n cozy and.. I’d just be bothering them.” Duke says, muffled against Dick’s chest. “It’s scary being the new kid.” He says, moving his head to look up at Dick with a nervous look and tears steadily streaming down his eyes.

“Duke.. bud, I know it’s scary. You could never bother us though, especially if you’re upset.” Dick says with a frown, sorrow filling his voice as he runs a hand over Duke’s head comfortingly. “How about we go in there together? If you feel uncomfortable then you can leave or hug me tighter, how does that sound?”

A small and shaky— but still!— smile breaks onto Duke's face, making Dick smile back. The two walk over next to the side Damian rests on, seeing as the other was quite packed. Dick shuffles under the covers, Damian snuffles for a few moments, both Dick and Duke freeze until he flips over and nuzzles against Dick, who just combs his fingers through his hair.

Duke shifts on his feet for a few moments, then slowly climbs next to Dick, adjusting himself comfortably under the blankets and curling around Dick, who runs a hand up and down his back.

Within moments, Dick is the only one awake, smiling to himself as he looks over all of his siblings and his dad bundled together in peace. A giddy feeling fills his chest, a childish glee tugging at his mind. He holds Damian and Duke closer as he closes his eyes, happy to be sleeping surrounded by warmth and love.

Alfred checked all of the kids' rooms after nobody showed up in the midst of his cooking— let alone once it was done. No footsteps, no laughter, no tired groans from the ones who stayed up all night.

It was suspicious.

Nevertheless, he carried onwards to Bruce’s room, opening the door quietly, ready to start the daily routine of many years, until he saw Bruce already awake, surrounded by a pile of sleeping children.

“Good morning, sir.” Alfred whispers, a smile tugging at his lips at the sight.

Bruce huffs a breath in reply as he tries to sit upwards, shushing Jason when he whines at the subtlest movements or sounds, petting down his hair.

“I believe you might be stuck on the bed for the day, Master Bruce.” He says above the children, careful not to disturb any of them. Bruce chuckles quietly, “I guess I am. Not the worst situation to be stuck in though.” He says fondly, his eyes full of admiration and love for all his kids.

“Definitely not the worst.” He agrees, moving towards the bed to readjust Bruce’s pillow, seeing as the man couldn’t really move to do it himself.

Stepping away to leave the room, he pauses at the door. “I’ll come back with breakfast, perhaps a bedroom picnic is in order.” Alfred says, a twinkle of happiness shining brightly in his eyes as he leaves.

It may be Bruce’s bedroom, but the bed certainly does not hold one owner.

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clint agere ! i really wanna make some regressor kate & cg clint stuff eventually auugghh

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super unfair that im too big to be carried inside after i fall asleep during a long car ride

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From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free

Here is my long overdue drawing of a Palestine critter having a picnic by the river. I designed this one based on the mountain gazelle, which is the national animal of Palestine and worked in a watermelon design into her hijab and dress. I also looked up actual Palestinian dishes to include in the picnic, like the awameh in that bowl there.

I hope I got nothing wrong in my language there.

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children are starving at the fastest rate that the world has ever known

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Hello kiddos! I won't be posting my regular moodboards on March 2nd (and i encourage you to do the same!) because of the blackout day for Palestine! All my posts will be about Palestine and links for ways to help!

I'll be finishing all my current requests and any requests that come in for today and tomorrow, so if you want a moodboard done, send your requests in soon!

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Just spreading some positive words for my fellow age regressors/dreamers....

It's OK if you start the day off feeling little but the feeling fades away later in the day.

It's OK if your regression fluctuates throughout the day. You may feel little in the morning, big in the afternoon, and little again at night.

It's OK if your regression fluctuates throughout the week. Maybe one day you feel small but the next you feel big, and another day you feel small again.

It's OK if your regression comes and goes every month or so. You may go through a period where you're regressing a lot. And maybe the next month, you're not as regressed or you don't regress at all!

You are allowed to cope whenever you need it. You are allowed to be little whenever you want to. Regression comes and regression goes and it's OK if it's frequent or infrequent.

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I wish people spoke and treated me like a toddler. not in an infantilizing way but saying things like “oh bud, that sounds like you have a lot of big emotions happening, huh?” way.

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how old am I?

here are some descriptions of developmental milestones at various ages to help you pinpoint to what age you regress. sources: mixture of webmd, the cdc, speech and language kids, and parents.com

0-1 YEARS OLD

limited vocabulary: babbling, may say “ma-ma” or “da-da”, or other small words; may be nonverbal

often either sleeping or crying/whining for needs

wiggly and able to crawl; very cuddly

completely dependent on caretaker for physical needs and attention

accessories: pacifier, pacifier clip, bottle, onesie, diapers, blankies, rattles, mobile, floor gym, pushcarts, walkers,, soft blocks, oversized toy cars/vehicles, soft stuffies, stacking rings

2 YEARS OLD

able to form very simple sentences and phrases (”want ba-ba”, “where paci?”)

can ask “what?” and “where?” questions

uses social words “hi” “bye” “please” and “thanks”

can follow simple directions or instructions

plays patty-cake and peek-a-boo type games

recognizes shapes and colors

crawling, pulling up on tables, steps and walking, stationary dancing

limited range of emotions, black/white thinking

greater independence from caretaker (can be left alone for brief periods during regression)

accessories: ages 0-1 years + shape sorting toys, small playsets, life size playsets, oversized blocks, people or animal figures, instruments, soft-cover books, picture books

3 YEARS OLD

able to form sentences of 3-5 words (”I want baba please”)

uses personal pronouns (”I/me” “she” “her” “he” “him” “they” “them”)

can ask and answer “who?” “what?” and “where?” questions

can follow two-step directions or instructions (”brush your teeth then get in bed”)

recognizes books by covers or popular songs, reads/listens attentively

imitates the actions of adults and playmates

can be taught childhood rhymes (”itsy bitsy spider”, “wheels on the bus”)

accessories: age 2 years + sippie cups, board books, crayons and scrap paper, finger paints, chalk

4 YEARS OLD

answers simple questions clearly and logically

can properly use possessive pronouns (”mine” instead of “mines”) and past tense (”gave” instead of “gived”)

enjoys singing, rhyming, and making up words

expresses feelings better verbally (frustration without tantrums)

count 10 or more objects; correctly label shapes and colors

can follow multi-step directions or instructions

developmentally, no longer requires use of pacifier (pacifiers are commonly used habitually until approximately 5 years of age)

greater independence from caretaker; may want to assist in “big” tasks (dressing/undressing, lacing shoes, etc.)

accessories: age 3 years + crayons, markers, coloring books, activity books, short story books, play doh

5 YEARS OLD

can hold a basic conversation or tell a simple story

speaks of imaginary conditions (”What if” “I hope”), but can tell real from make-believe

recognizes many or all letters and numbers in print, can write name

able to ask and answer “when?” questions

can utilize fork and spoon successfully; still needs larger foods cut up

potty training completed

accessories: age 4 years + baby dolls, fashion dolls, action figures, simple board games, puzzles, construction sets (legos or lincoln logs)

This was created as a general guide to help age regressors learn more about psychosocial development at pre-school (and pre-long term memory) ages.

Don’t forget that your regression doesn’t have to fit “the norm”; just like in initial childhood development, everyone is different. You can, of course, use any toys or tools you feel are appropriate for your situation.

Let me know if you have questions, or want me to do a continuation with older ages. :)

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Hi kiddos!! ^_^ I know some people don't enjoy politics being mentioned in age regression spaces, but I really wanted to share something!

I stand with Palestine 🇵🇸!

Earlier today, I found out that one of my mutuals supports Isreal, so sadly, I had to unfollow them :((

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Agere Baby Formula!

I know a lot of regressors (including myself!) can be as young as a few months old! Actual baby formula isn’t very good for us and can make us sick, so I found something we can use that tastes and smells basically the same!

(Warning: make this when big! It deals with the stove and you wouldn’t want to burn yourself :c )

Ingredients:

Hot Water

Klim Powdered Milk

Honey

Brown sugar (or white sugar if you like)

Cinnamon (Optional)

Vanilla [The actual thing or essence] (optional)

Directions:

Boil about 12oz of water in a small pot. Once the water has boiled, remove from the heat.

Add 4 tablespoons of Klim powdered milk. Stir until all clumps have disappeared

Add four teaspoons of your choice of sugar. (Less or more depending on how you like it)

Add one tablespoon of honey. (This helps thicken it a bit and makes it smoother)

Add your optional ingredients! A sprinkle of cinnamon or some vanilla!

Transfer to your cup/bottle/sippy and enjoy!

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thankful for all the regression blogs that made me research age regression and become informed.

thankful for all the regression blogs that made me realize I regress.

thankful for all the regression blogs that made me realize it’s okay to have an “unusual” coping mechanism.

thankful for all the regression blogs that made content of my interests and therefore helped me with regression.

thankful for all the regression blogs that got me into my current interests and got me to explore and meet new people.

thankful for the regression blogs that have supported me and been so very nice to me.

thank you.