Do you remember being taken to the pediatrician as a kid and in the waiting room of the doctors office they would usually have have a bunch of toys like in playschool. Obviously the purpose was to keep the children visiting occupied and quiet whilst consultations were happening but as a kid, it was always exciting to be allowed to play with stuff you probably didn't have at home. Personally I remember being preoccupied with one of those large simple puzzles where you have to push a coloured block or sphere along a coloured wire which might be twisted or looped into various different shapes, creating a 3d track from start to finish. It was a tactil and visual sensor experience but as a little kid, you just think of it as play.
So, leaving memory lane, today I'm sitting in a pediatricians waiting room. I'm not with my mom (not my biological mom) but my 'Mommy' is here. She's the woman who takes care of me now, ever since I began regression. That's actually why we're here today, i'm not ill, the doctor just wants to assess what stage I'm at in regression.
I had to answer a lot of questions.
Personal things like, 'Do you still have a sex life?“, “Do you have sexual erges? ", "do you masturbate?“ I got a raised eyebrow from my Mommy for that last one but she didn't say anything while the doctor was asking me questions and I'd been told it was very important for the assessment that I was honest with my answers.
I was asked embrassing things like, "Do you wet your diapers?“, “Do you have accidents or can you make it to the toilet?“, “Do you mess your diapers?“. I was very busy at this and Mommy explained I was wearing diapers full time at this stage because I could no longer be relied on to keep my panties dry. To be truthful I knew it was probably unlikely I could go back to panties fullstop. I, um... Had been starting to mess my diapers with very little warning, sometimes in public. Mommy didn't always bother to remind me to try and use the potty.
I was also asked mundane things, "Like what was my favourite past time?", "What was my favourite food?“, "Which was my favourite stuffie? “. I gave honest answers but in retrospect I realised I gave 'childish' answers. I was still adult enough to recognise this but evidently my lifestyle and conditioning were certainly altering my personality. One day, may soon, I'd say the same things and not even realise it was strange for a 25 year old to still like playing with dolls.
Afterwards, I was sat in the waiting room while the Doctor spoke with Mommy to give their assessment. I sat down on the floor, realising my nappy was a little soggy but I wasn't really concerned, Mommy would change me after. I grabbed the nearest toy and started to play, distractedly pushing at buttons to work out what the thing did whilst the 'adults' talked over me, discussing how my adult sense of self would eventually receded entirely, leaving just a happy ignorant, innocent, sweet Little girl.
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