The more difficult the early years have been, the more of our undeveloped self must be disavowed, the more we must appear grandiose, impregnable and daunting. True health would mean recovering an easy and informal contact with one’s less robust dimensions it would mean being able to play the child because one knew one was resolutely the adult, it would mean being able to be ‘baby’ because one was in no doubt that one had safely overcome the fears and traumas of the defenceless past. The defensiveness is hugely understandable, but it is not necessarily aligned with the real requirements of maturity. Sarcasm may be their favorite mode of defence – and they will have ensured in a thousand ways that no one would ever attempt to ask them, even in the briefest, most lighthearted and humorous way, to ‘come to mummy or daddy’ for a hug. They will have built a heavy shield of irony around their hearts. These bulletproof characters are likely to walk through the world with defiance and strength.
#REGRESS TO A BABY SERIES#
Returning into imaginative contact with ‘mummies’ and ‘daddies’ therefore holds no particular charm their teddies will not be having a picnic any time soon. Categories: Just a fun Story, Age Regression, SciFi, Male to Female Characters: None Series Hope everyone here enjoys this story and the series as a whole, and I might even be writing new stories in. For them, growing up has involved a superhuman effort never again to place themselves at the mercy of those who might take advantage of their vulnerabilities. Cheryl, a friend of Sylvias and waitress working here, smiles at the sight of seeing her best friend. All the smells alone cause Stevens mouth to water.
Sadly though, this selective regression is no easy or charming journey back in time for those whose childhood involved them in scenes of petrifying suffering and humiliation. As Sylvia guides Steven inside, Steven begins to pick up multiple people talking along with the smells of all sorts of fresh food rush into his nose. It belongs to health, rather than pathology, to realise how much one might at difficult moments want to be ‘mummied’ or ‘daddied’ by a partner and to connect for a time with the helpless, frightened, dependent child one once was and at some level always remain. It belongs to authentic adulthood to be able, at points in an intimate relationship, to curl up like a small child and seek to be ‘babied’ as one might have been many decades before, when we wore pyjamas with elephant prints on them and had a lisp and a small gap in our front teeth. But successful grown up relationships demand something rather peculiar of us: while we are rewarded for the overall maturity of our characters and way of life, we are also invited – when striving properly to be close to someone – to access the less developed, and more puerile sides of us.
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