Sub Life 08/21/2018
I never wrote a blog, I have read plenty of them, to understand enough of what it is about. This blog is about my life as a submissive, and what it means to me. I am a mother of one son, a nurse, a functioning person of society. Someone you see in the grocery store, in a messy bun and flat shoes and a eight year old talking her ear off, following her. But this blog is not about you do see, its about what you don't.
I was 16 years old when I had my baby, that was the day that the world decided to put me in a stereotype. One of the many that I belong in now as an adult. I am a reader, I like to read a lot. When I have down time from responsibilities, a book is my go to. Its my escape from reality. A lot of people comment on how big my imagination is, and how creative I can get, books are to thank for that. Most of my childhood was spent alone, with a book and I was not very social. I am a shy person by nature and I try to over come that as an adult everyday. When I hit my 20s and was going through college I decided that in order to be a proactive nurse, I needed to boost my confidence and break my barrier down a bit. I became more social, I would talk to anyone that would merely smile at me. I became the friendly neighborhood mom, that everyone came to for advice and delicious cookies. I became the friend that always hosted at her house, and volunteered with others. I don't think it impacted my confidence as much as just my social skills. Now, today being alone is something I do not do well with. It reminds me of my childhood, of the rejections from the most important people in my life such as my parents, and hometown. Being alone gives me the sense of when I was that rejected Muslim that wears black and has a nose in a book all the time. Being alone is what lead me to finding my dominant. My one and only dominant.
I was sitting at my house, it was a boring weekend, and I just got done with a book series called "Crossfire". By this time I already know about the theory of BDSM, and knew that I was interested in the lifestyle by my fascination of the kind of books I have been reading the past two years. So I seeked out Google for help in aiding me to talk to other people about it. It lead me to a chatroom... I was in this chatroom for a few days, just chatting in general to people, and then one PM completely changed my life, my inner me, and my confidence.
I never wrote a blog, I have read plenty of them, to understand enough of what it is about. This blog is about my life as a submissive, and what it means to me. I am a mother of one son, a nurse, a functioning person of society. Someone you see in the grocery store, in a messy bun and flat shoes and a eight year old talking her ear off, following her. But this blog is not about you do see, its about what you don't.
I was 16 years old when I had my baby, that was the day that the world decided to put me in a stereotype. One of the many that I belong in now as an adult. I am a reader, I like to read a lot. When I have down time from responsibilities, a book is my go to. Its my escape from reality. A lot of people comment on how big my imagination is, and how creative I can get, books are to thank for that. Most of my childhood was spent alone, with a book and I was not very social. I am a shy person by nature and I try to over come that as an adult everyday. When I hit my 20s and was going through college I decided that in order to be a proactive nurse, I needed to boost my confidence and break my barrier down a bit. I became more social, I would talk to anyone that would merely smile at me. I became the friendly neighborhood mom, that everyone came to for advice and delicious cookies. I became the friend that always hosted at her house, and volunteered with others. I don't think it impacted my confidence as much as just my social skills. Now, today being alone is something I do not do well with. It reminds me of my childhood, of the rejections from the most important people in my life such as my parents, and hometown. Being alone gives me the sense of when I was that rejected Muslim that wears black and has a nose in a book all the time. Being alone is what lead me to finding my dominant. My one and only dominant.
I was sitting at my house, it was a boring weekend, and I just got done with a book series called "Crossfire". By this time I already know about the theory of BDSM, and knew that I was interested in the lifestyle by my fascination of the kind of books I have been reading the past two years. So I seeked out Google for help in aiding me to talk to other people about it. It lead me to a chatroom... I was in this chatroom for a few days, just chatting in general to people, and then one PM completely changed my life, my inner me, and my confidence.
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