Age regression is NOT a kink.
Seriously, how hard is it to get that?
And it isn’t only for adults like I’ve seen some people say
I’m 17 and I regress because about 10 years ago my life started falling apart. I had my first experience with depression and anxiety, started doing bad in school, and arguments happened
I was the perfect child.
They wanted to put me in 2nd grade after Kindergarten testing at the beginning of the year but feared I would be bullied because I was the only 6 year old in a room full of 7 and 8 year olds.
So I went through my first two years of school getting the best grades. Then my school closed down at the end of first grade. I was 8 then.
My mom’s first instinct was to enroll me in a school for gifted kids. Unfortunately they were full.
So next she wanted to put me in the school she went to. But the secretary apparently gave her a dirty look and she refused to enroll me there.
(Really mom, I’m sure she’s a b**** but s just a look who cares)
So I was isolated with homeschooling for two years. During those two years I did horribly in school because the work was difficult for me.
This stuff I didn’t even see until 7th and 8th grade at the school district I go to now.
I ended up getting depressed because I had so much trouble with the work. My parents thought I was just being lazy but it wasn’t like that at all.
They didn’t help me because they didn’t even know how to do the work.
I somehow passed both years.
My mom decided since I had so much trouble with the homeschooling so she tried again with her old school and got me in. But the issue was in math it was all review of the previous year.
So I nearly failed then. I lost all motivation and had no friends through elementary school even.
And my depression worsened from there
I somehow got into advanced math in 7th grade but got Fs every quarter
Then 8th grade my grandpa passed away
And my depression got worse
And I was suicidal
See because papaw was my best friend. The person I told everything to. The first one to notice my depression, and anxiety.
There still isn’t a day I don’t think about him.
8th grade was review of 7th grade because what we learned 7th was what the 8th graders were doing. So I did better.
The teacher hated me and refused to help me
I passed his class by ONE POINT.
Geometry I passed with a C because it actually was easy for me
This year I’m failing English for the year so I have to do summer school. My family won’t stop telling me how I should be studying all day non stop
And trying to guilt me into doing better by rubbing their successes in my face.
So that’s basically it.
I met master halfway through 7th grade, freshman year we got together.
He helps me through everything and I’m lucky to have him.
I miss being small and the good child.