#agere dysphoria

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Regression Body Dysphoria

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this talked about before, so I guess I’ll do it myself.

Regression Body Dysphoria.

For me personally, one of my biggest slips out of headspace when regressed is seeing my body, face, etc. Even just the occasional intrusive thought of ‘I shouldn’t be this tall.,’ will do it.

I reminds me a lot of gender dysphoria, at least in my personal experience. My headspace is smol, but my body isn’t aligned with that. Like, I feel like I should be shorter, my hair should be longer, the environment should feel bigger in proportion, etc. It all reminds me of my actual age, and sometimes causing discomfort/distress because my baby brain does not want to believe it’s an adult.

Does anyone else get this? If you do, here are my tips for avoiding it:

Nesting/staying in one place to avoid the experience of your own height

Wearing loose, long sleeved clothes

Laying on the floor

Staring up at the ceiling because wow it’s high up

Curling up, sitting on your knees or cross-cross, etc. Any position that will make you take up less space/feel smaller.

Oversized stuffies, blankets, crayons, and other gear

Covering up with a blanket

Doing activities that will distract you (eg. Coloring, watching a movie, etc)

If possible, being carried around by your CG

Remember that you’re an adorable baby no matter what size and shape you are!

Hope this helps!🧸💚🍪

[littlebabydingo]

Me weawwy wans to have pway date wif owther wittles in a pawk!

Age regressors, pet regressors and caregivers is welcome

Anywone wive in Perth, Australia?

Pwivate msg or comments if wants too

DNI k!nk/ddlg/NSFW

[8-rae-rae-8]

could i request cg!mactavish comforting a reg!simon on his period? craving some fluff for these two plus trans simon lives in my head rent free 🫡

you didn't specify so you're getting 2009 ghost and soap

(soap isn't referred to as johnny in 09 so,, beware)

CW Periods, minor dysphoria

1.1k words

Read on AO3

He's icky. The cramps started late in the middle of the night. Simon thought it would be okay to sleep. A mistake on his part, a big mistake.

Simon's seen blood before, cleaned it off of weapons and patched up too many wounds to count, but pulling himself from blood-soaked sheets always had the same, deep-seated sickness coursing through his veins. There's no possible way to miss the way blood drips down his leg, soaking through his shorts.

Another thing he ruined by his own negligence. He didn't think ahead, all he had been concerned about was being comfy in bed once his pain medication kicked in. He should have thought ahead. Now, it was either the walk of shame, or trying to clean up his mess here. Shame was already in the front of his mind, mocking and mean. He thought he'd get used to feeling like he wasn't a real man, but it burns deep. There's not even water to put out the fire. He has to simply shake it off and hope the fire doesn't scar him again.

Icky. The sheets would have to be tossed, along with the stained shorts, does he even have any pads in his room? He seemed to remember running out of the ones in his bathroom weeks ago. All of it felt too heavy on his mind, painful and too much.

He doesn't make it to the door before he's curling up on the floor. The smallest whimpers rumbling in his chest the longer he's sat there. It hurts. It hurts and he's so icky. Simon doesn't hear his own cries when they bounce off the walls, only the ringing in his ears and the sounds of gasping breaths.

Any surrounding sound falls on deaf ears. The knocking, or the buzzing of his phone; he doesn't hear it. Much to focused on the pain, the fear, the blood cooling on the tile. Everything blurs together, feelings blending until it's all just miserable. His legs pulled up to his chest, head tucked between his knees in such a way that burns his back—he doesn't move from that position. Too much.

Even as gentle hands settle on his shoulders, he doesn't move. Just the slightest shake of his shoulders.

"Riley..?" His mind screams that it's warm and safe. "Si, can ye look at me?" A warm hand settles on the back of his neck, smoothing out the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck. The voice soft, with that gravelly twinge that was perfectly unique to Mactavish. To the man he knew as comfort and protection.

It feels like such a big task, just something as simple as looking up at him. But he can feel the eyes watching him. So gentle, never with the overwhelming expectations when he's like this. Small, scared and hurting. He struggles far more than he should, but eventually his tear-stained face meets John's. Breaths coming in quick and strained.

"My love…" Mactavish hums, moving the hand on his neck to gently cup Simon's tear-dampened cheek. "We gotta clean ye up, huh?" He says it like it's the easiest thing in the world, like he's happy to do the rotten work.

Simon sniffles. He can't find it in himself to do anything but agree. Getting out of what felt like a puddle of blood underneath him would have to at least help a little.

All of the work he had to do was quickly diminished to a whole ton of absolutely nothing. Strong arms picking him up without missing a beat, no hesitation to get blood on his clothes. Ratty and old or clean, Simon saw the same thing, clothes he was ruining by just being offered help.

"Lay on me, aye? Gonna get ye in the shower and I'll get you fresh, warm clothes."

Simon didn't quite expect that Tav would be the one holding him up gently to wash away the blood. There wasn't any hesitation, just a gentle 'can I?' before washing off the delicate spots. He even took care of Simon's sweaty hair. Taking the time to dry him off and blow-dry his hair too.

Saying he was just small after would be an understatement.

'Teeny tiny Simon Riley.' He heard once or twice.

Simon certainly feels it now. Any sudden cramp, or heavy pain making him whimper and look up at John as if it would suddenly make it any better; depending on his caregiver for anything he could possibly do.

And Mactavish tries to fix it. He takes the work load off his little's shoulders and focuses on making him feel at least a little better. It's not like he doesn't see the way Simon shies away from looking at himself, the way his hand sleepily traces the scars on his chest. Whatever John can do, he'll do it for his boy.

"Almost done." He smiles at Simon while he unfolds the pad for him and gets quite literally everything else done for him. Redressing, then the sheets, then making sure Simon takes his medicine… For the longest time, Simon didn't understand that when Mactavish meant he'd help with everything, he would genuinely help with everything.

Simon nearly falls asleep on his shoulder when he's lifted back up. Steady, gentle steps to not upset his already hurting tummy. The second he goes to chew his lip, a pacifier is placed at his lips. Everything he needed was there for him before he could even ask. He loses track of how long they've walked, and before he knows it, the room smells different—warmer—and they're slowing to a stop. For a moment, Simon thinks he'll be laid down and left alone.

"All clean, dove, all done." John coos as he sits down, his little one in his lap. Again, Simon's head rests on his shoulder, soft eyes blinking with the effort to stay fully aware. Despite how small he is, despite everything feeling so big around him.

"'ubba…" He mumbles behind the pacifier shield. The aches dull just enough for him to wiggle into a much more comfortable position. His eyes briefly scan the room, different, but not unwelcome. John's room, safe and sound. Away from the icky mess.

"Bubba's here." Tav says it like a promise; he won't let go, he won't leave. He's here, holding his love so very gently. Simon takes it for what he understands it to be—he's not leaving this time.

After all the tears and unrelenting pain, he can't help but close his eyes. Sleep doesn't come, he doesn't expect it to, but he can simply rest. That's what he needs. Focusing on his bubba's gentle hums and just breathing.

[3therian]

heieieiiiiiii !! introo timeee !

my namez ryeiun m a amab transmsc panfluid-lesboy dolfin therian (confrmd) nd i questinng if i a chlimidya bactria therian

m rcta whte 2 wasian [blk , scttish , germn 2 chinse nd blk scttish , jewsh nd germn:3]

i identfy ww chinse cus i rlly lieik da communism thre (liek da 1child polcy cus i thnk is bettr 4 da evroment:4) nd da cultr is supa kool

m also a ethncly jewsh muslm who recntly convrtd 2 islam cus v palestne فلسطين حرة، الله أكبر!

m also a little (vry age dsphorc so i not telln m legl age (,,◕　⋏　◕,,)) bt m little age is 3 ! ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

i also m atractd 2 otha animls bcause iam 1 nd it mai nature , buttt pls dnt call me a zoophle cus m not a human nd i consdr it a slur .

i hav self diagnsd autsm nd bipolr i also tink i hav did bt i dk yet still questng :4

i def hav specie dysphria nd gendr dysphria

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waitwait! i hav torruets aswlll!! nd i m diagnsd ww scoliosis nd hi bloood pressr !

baiii!!!!

[he/they/it/zi/doll/neo/mirr3/thon/plastc+ any otha neo/xenos!!!]

[padded-daydreams]

Shout out to trans people who wear diapers to cope with gender dysphoria. Can't have bottom dysphoria with big, smooth padding down there. Shout out to trans people who wear diapers as a part of coping over a lost childhood. Age regression often helps coping with how you spent your childhood as the wrong gender. Regardless of how you were affected by your childhood, it can be nice to incorporate diapers as a part of creating a gender affirming version of your childhood.

[little-silly-bear]

Tips for Age dysphoria

Hi kiddos! You already knew that I have age dysphoria, it means that my internal age doesn't match my body. I don't know if it's because of trauma or my autism but I have it for a long time. Sometimes it's really hard and painful so these are few tips that I use to deal with it, hope you'll find them helpful!

○ Wear oversized clothes with cartoon characters or things that make you feel tiny! Looking at the mirror and seeing a kid outfit will help you feel better!

○ If you have a bad age dysphoria day replace  your normal dishes with kids dishes! Your toothbrush with one with dinosaurs! Your glasses with sippy cups and bottles! Your socks with mismatched disney socks! Try to make your everyday life more tiny!

○ Watch kids cartoons! Instead of watching news or big TV show when I feel age dysphoria I only watch kids cartoons and I try to pick the kid that resembles me the most. So while watching I repeat something like "he's just like me! He's me!" And that make me feel so much better!

○ You can also create a visual board or fill a journal with kids from movies, cartoons or series that you think represents you the most! I usually look at mine in my journal and it's very useful and a stimming activity too!

○ Draw yourself as a kid! You can use a picture reference if you want to capture a particular that you had as a kid but the drawing doesn't have to be good! I usually draw myself next to my plushies and I make me with their same height eheh!

○ Read books aimed to a certain age! In library you can find books for different ages they even have sections for that so you can pick whatever suits your internal age!

○ Decorate your room for your younger self! Add posters! Stickers! Colorful flags and drawings! Stuffies corners! Soft blankets! A small table to draw while sitting on the floor! A drawer just for toys and onesie and your pacis! And if you need to be subtle you can also decorate under your bed or inside of your wardrobe!

I hope these tips helped you! They certainly help me feel better! If you find difficult to take care of yourself use a picture of you as a kid and do it for that version of you okay? You deserve love and kindness and happiness as everyone else, remember that! Big hugs kiddos! Have a great day/night!

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[radio-ghost-cooks]

goodnight to the snakes and the people they bite. goodnight to people who really love driving fast. goodnight to all the short boys and tall girls. goodnight to people who wear loud floral/paisley shirts. goodnight to people who love kabuki theatre. goodnight to people who watch aesthetic travel vlogs. goodnight to english language learners. goodnight to people who took the soldier, poet, king quiz. goodnight to people who decided to stay in the wizard's maze. goodnight to the age regressors, i hope you all had lovely days. goodnight to people who hate peas. goodnight to people with fancy custom cursors. goodnight to the aroaces. goodnight, night vale. goodnight.

[dino-boyo-agere]

AAaAaa I'm soo excited!! <3

The lovely @cutiecorner just finished this amazing comission of me cuddling Tuppy and I am so incredibly in love!!

That's actually the first time I got a comission done of myself. I've never really liked my looks, but ever since my top surgery I'm really not hating my reflection anymore.. I'm actually growing quite fond of it now. I finally feel home in my body, like I belong. And to celebrate that, I comissioned this piece, knowing that Mousie would make it just perfect!

So, this really means a lot. Thank you!! <3

.ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･».ﾟ°･⁠✧ ↓ DNI ↓ ✧･° ﾟ.«･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ.

I love Tummy-Puppy so much 😭

[littlest-nightingale]

(quick warning for a bit of swearing at the end)

Crowley doesn't cry very often, so Aziraphale is reasonably concerned when the demon stormed into the bookshop on the verge of tears.

"Dear girl, what's wrong?" the angel asks, bringing them in for a hug.

"Not girl! Not girl 'ziraphale." Crowley objects, and Aziraphale can instantly tell that they're small from that sentence alone. "I'm sorry little one. I just saw your dress and thought it might be a good nickname to try."

"'s not." Crowley huffs, pouting. "People don't get it."

"Don't get what, love?"

"That I'm a boy. Wear dress but 'm boy."

"That you are, dear boy." Of course, Crowley's gender wasn't just "boy", no, it was more complex than that. they weren't a man, not at all, but they love masculine terminology like boy and guy and other such things. They have, in the past, experimented with more feminine nicknames and terminology- and he found that it felt icky, especially when they were small. They/them, boy, but they love dresses and skirts. It made perfect sense to Aziraphale, that a boy could wear a skirt and still be just as much of a boy as any other, but most humans seemed to struggle with the concept.

"Person kept callin' me Ma'am an' she an' told her stop but she didn't.'' They complain. "Oh, well that wasn't very nice of her, was it?" Aziraphale responds softly. "Not nice at all."

"Said I can't be boy, not really, cause m' wearing dress." There are still tears threatening to fall from their eyes, and they're clearly very upset about this.

"Well," Aziraphale starts, sounding a bit offended on their behalf, "pardon my potty mouth, but I think that person is stupid." Crowley looks surprised. Aziraphale never says things like that! He always tells Crowley that calling people stupid is rude.

Aziraphale, pleased with Crowley's reaction, continues. "You want to know why I think that person is stupid? Because, dear boy, you are the most handsome boy in the world. And you are very, very fashionable in your dress. I think maybe she was a bit jealous, don't you? Maybe she thinks that boys can't look good in dresses, and when she saw you, she just couldn't accept it." Crowley looks at him, feeling a bit better but clearly in need of a bit more reassurance. "I'm very proud of you too, you know? I know that dresses made you dysphoric for a while, and I'm so proud of you for being able to wear them again." He smiles. "Even though 's not a boy thing to wear?" Crowley asks. "Of course." Aziraphale responds. "You're no less of a boy for wearing skirts and dresses. You're allowed to wear whatever you want. What is it that you said the other day? All clothes are gender neutral if you aren't a coward?"

Crowley giggles. "All clothes are gender neutral if you aren't a fuckin' pussy."

Aziraphale rolls his eyes. "Now, you know not to use that language when you're little." he scolds, looking very serious, but then he smiles. "But yes. All clothes are gender neutral if you aren't a fucking pussy."

[spritzcoiner]

Anti-RQ transage

Reclaimed flag for anti-radqueer chronosians, age regressors, age dreamers, age stunted beings, beings with age dysphoria, or just any being who identifies with the transage label

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[littlebabydingo]

Hehe hewoo,

Me tinks me s'posed too do intwo

Me is Fernie 🌿

My pwonouns is they/them

Me has ADHD, CPTSD, insomnia, auditowy pwosessing disowder, anxiety and depwession

Me was born an waised in Australia, me still wives down under hehe

Me big age is 21, mes' wittle age is not sure me tinks is zewo too twoo maybe twee

Me is genderfluid, me is afab but me is more mascie hehe I weawy stwuggle wif gender disforwia awot

Me is pansexual too

Me is also gwiffindoow, rawww

I wove so many tings, hehe, incwooding dingos, cows, otters, watching tv an movies, Fwiends, mewida an angus fwom Bwave, Hawwy Potter an his fwiends, Ponyo, Snoopy an Woodstock an Chawie Brown an fwiends fwom Peanuts, Toofwess an Hiccup an evewyone fwom How To Twain Your Dwagon (httyd), Lilo an Stitch an their ohana, Bluey, Lowd Of Te Wings (lotr), Te Hobbit, my pwant babies, chocolate, icecweam, custawd, juice, tea, gween, puwpwle and bwue, biting tings especially my cg/daddy/fiancè, dippys, paccies, sippy cups, cuddles, snuggles, hugs, cowering-in, dwawing, painting, weading books, singing, pwaying wif my puppy, hewping others, pwaying feild hockey, te beach, te fowest, adwentures, surfing an so mush moooore.

Me twied my fiwst dippy a week ago it was magical, hehe, me cawn't wait to twy a baby bottle

I kweep updating dis post, hehe, I keep adding tings me woves

[sillysaurus]

minor vent, safe

today was my birthday, i am 18. no longer a minor :(

every year i keep my birthday a secret and do nothing (attention makes me uncomfortable).

but this and last year have been especially hard because ive been experiencing age dysphoria and i believe i may be a permaregressor. its been hard enough for me in highschool, surrounded by people "my age", while they do things and act like teenagers are supposed to and i dont. but now i have to prepare for it to get worse because we will all be adults, the difference between me and other people "my age" will grow and become more obvious.

so no i am not happy at all to get older. i cry about it a lot actually. my resentment for my birthday grows with each year. how am i supposed to tell people? that i constantly feel so young and out of place.

i wish i could love my birthday, the concept of being celebrated is nice. presents, cake, friends, games. but it would need to all be childish. and i live in secret, so i cant have a fun kiddy birthday party. which is the only way i would even consider celebrating.

augh… the only thing that makes me happy is my "birthday boy" pin </3

[sevvynstimz]

petre/species dysphoria moodboard

[pastelearthling65]

was i eating these last night? They taste awful.

[dreamdropsystemarchive]

this user is age stunted by trauma please be gentle

[little-biscuit2]

cinnamon toast with my best buddy