Author's Note
So... This is kind of my love letter to the ABDL community and to all of the little/caregiver fanfics I have written on this site. They don't give us enough tags for characters, honestly.
This is a poem. Or it's intended to be, but they don't let us post in poetry format so I had to go with this. The first I have ever posted on this website. So it's kind of scary for a first, but I felt like It had to be written, so I did it.
This is dedicated to the amazing ABDL family I have created. This is for Raevyn, for Travis, For Pip, For Cait. And even for the ones who left me, like Hannah, Maddie, and Katie. You are all important and amazing, and I would not be who I am without you.
But especially, this is for you, Raevyn. For helping me figure out who I am, and for having the courage to show me who you are. That is a gift I will never be able to repay. So I tried my best to get inside of your head for the first portion of this and tried to show you my thoughts in the second in hopes that I can show you how I see you. You are amazing and are perfect in every way. I cannot imagine my life without you. I love you.
This part is intended to be spoken by the following characters who are foals/hatchlings in my previous fics:
Spike
Rainbow Dash
Scootaloo
Thunderlane
Smolder
Princess Luna
Enjoy folks.
Acceptance
Acceptance is very hard to come by in a real sense. And sometimes I think nobody will understand me. Because I feel ashamed so much of the time. And I worry that what I feel on the inside is what others see on the outside. And I am afraid. Because I think that if somecreature else saw me the way I see myself that I would never recover.
But I am wrong.
Because there are ones who do. I have parents or friends who take care of me, Who try and see me for who I am inside, Who look past what I see in myself to the creature underneath.
Who wants to be loved.
Who wants acceptance.
Who needs to know that they are not disgusting, or a freak, or wrong for wanting what I want. And sometimes I think that I need a reminder that I am not just what I see. Sometimes I need to see what they see when they look at me. So I try and see myself through their eyes. But it’s hard to put myself in their place because sometimes I cannot get outside of my own head to see that way.
But sometimes I get glimpses of how they see. In the way they look at me, or the way they smile, or the sound of their laugh, or the feel of their hug. And for a moment, I do not feel alone. But the feeling comes back more than I would like it to. Because when I get back in my head I am confined to that small space in my mind that says that nobody understands me, that no one ever will.
But sometimes I have friends who find out about this. And sometimes it gets bad, And I am in that place in my mind for what feels like forever. But other times a friend finds out and after the surprise wears off they accept me. And it feels like there is a door in that small space in my mind and I can get out of it and open myself up to a different way of thinking.
That maybe I am not a freak, I am not alone, I am not disgusting, I am not wrong for wanting what I do. And for a moment it’s like that small space disappears, and I am free. Free to be myself, free to show my love any way I choose, free to accept myself and all my faults, and all my flaws.
And when I am afraid, and I am in that small space again, I try to remember that feeling and hold onto it as best I can. To remind myself that I am loved. I am cared for. I am cared about. I am accepted. Because that feeling is the best feeling that I have ever had. And it gives me hope that someday others will accept me too. And it will be a chain reaction that will spread everywhere. And I will be accepted for every part of me.
Author's Note
Intended to be spoken by the following characters, who are caregivers in my stories:
Twilight
Bow Hothoof And Windy Whistles
Spitfire
Rainbow Dash
Silverstream
Princess Celestia
Mesma
This Is Me
Acceptance is hard to find. So I try everything I can to show that to others. Because I know how I feel when others do not accept me. So every day I try and say something to make somebody else feel accepted and loved. And I felt like I did a good job. But somehow it wasn’t enough and I felt like I was not living up to my potential. I needed to show someone that I cared beyond the normal means of friendship or family. To make somebody understand that they are cared about, that they are accepted completely for who they are, and not who others want them to be.
And I tried to find that, but I could not seem to. And I started to lose hope- until I found you.
And you made me see the beauty in others. To show who you are and let yourself be vulnerable all for me. And it amazes me how strong you are to do that for anyone, let alone me. So I try and show you how I see you, and how strong you are and how brave you are, for showing this part of yourself to me. And trusting me to take care of you, and giving me more hope than I can think of, and helping me find this part of who I am, and giving me the greatest gift that I can think of- because you gave me you.
So every hug, every smile, every kiss, every loving look is me trying to say thank you for giving that to me. And I know that you get discouraged because you feel ashamed, and you think that you are different and that you are alone.
But you are not any of those things in my eyes, because I see underneath all of that to who you are inside. To somebody who deserves love, somebody who deserves acceptance, somebody who deserves happiness. And so I strive every day to give that to you. Because you deserve it. Because you are being who you were meant to be. And that is what I see when I look at you.
So anytime you are feeling bad about yourself I hope you look at me and try to see what I see when I look at you. And sometimes I am selfish and I want you to myself. But when I see the look on your face when you make a new friend, or tell a family member about this part of you, I am reminded that this is not about me. It is about you and your needs, and your wants. So I try and meet them as best I can, and I let others help me when they are willing. Because all I want for you is to be able to look in the mirror at yourself and smile. And be able to say, with pride,
“This is me."
