Hypnosis - Little Space

Lovely, cat! You did good.

I've always been childlike and never knew what was wrong with me. I just could not grow up, I was just ... me. Then last year someone told me I was "a little" and they said they assumed I knew, but I'd never heard of it as a term. Now I have and after a while, I gave it my own definition (some seem to put an age on it, I don't) so I embrace it, it gives an explanation to my "weird" ways. It's not an act or a thing I can stop even. I'm always in not-really-an-adult-mode, but I am capable of doing taxes and such "grown up things" you know? But there's still the childlike whatever about it (i forgot the word I need sorry) when I do everything, it's just the way I am. Even when chatting with a friend, he's said I'm always little no matter if our discussion is mega serious or if we're sat there playing android games. It's not like having a discussion with a 4 year old, but he says the innocence and "littleness" is there. I just am. Sorry I hit enter and it posted so I'm editing more. You're right in the file about stuffies. I'm super fiercely protective of them and they are so very important to me :) Your file was fun to listen to. I never use the word "daddy" personally (childhood abuse reasons) but caregiver is what I just made myself hear instead.

Thanks.

Dis file 4 me :-) ifn u cans choose daddy i chosd u MistaSirDaddy :-) cos u nice ❤️ - we cans play nothr time yes? U cans share mi bear ifn u wan? Wen j sleeps :-) shhh secret :-) ni ni MistaSirDaddy ❤️

With pleasure.

This was comforting to listen to and made me smile. Thank you.

I could tell!

Thank you!

Loved it by the way

Sage0924

Thank you daddy for playing with me, caint wait to play again!😊

Sage0924

Ooh! Enjoy!

With pleasure.

Oh, I did remember my little pink stuffed doggy though. That was a nice memory at least🐾

Wolfshade

I'm sorry, Sir, that I couldn't go back to when I was little. When I was little, when my sister and I still shared the bedroom upstairs where both our cribs were. When my mom and I were the only ones in the house, my mom would hurt me. She'd keep hurting me until I was able to squirm away from her and run into my bedroom and hide. Then after a while I would slowly open the door and peek out. Usually she'd be working in the kitchen and would just look at me, then look back to her work. I'd sneak out and quietly go into the living room trying not to draw her attention. When you told me to be little, that's all I could remember about it. That's why I stopped the recording and couldn't finish listening. Sorry.🐾

Wolfshade

This makes me absolutely giddy with little girl happiness! My inner little girl says Thank you Thank you, Thank you Sir! I'm actually reading a couple of Kindle books with this same theme. Little Samantha's choice, and The Little Sleepover,and Learning to Be Little Again a sort of mini series, same characters in all the books.

Angela Simond

Love this :) in all ways . . I'll be smiling all evening .. thank you

sue ;)