This morning on my way into work I was surfing the net, as you do. Saw a post on an ageplay message board from this guy who had ordered diapers online, thinking they'd be delivered long before his vacationing family returned. He was wrong.
Now he's all in a tizzy about it, worried that he is about to inadvertently out himself to his whole family. People were advising him with potential excuses, and coping strategies. I understand where they are coming from, but had a different take.
Here was my reply to him.
Can I offer an alternate solution altogether?
Step 1) don't panic. You have no idea how this will play out, so stay cool.
Step 2) if asked, when asked, say "just something private." If they persist, say, "it's personal, and sexual, and really none of your business."
Step 3) stand firm about your privacy and that you don't need to explain, justify, or seek permission.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that's an easy choice to make, or even The One Right Choice™ - there is no such thing.
The whole thing reminds me of something similar in my past, which at the time was devastating to me, but actually ended up working out just fine.
Back in the mid 1990's I was a few years out of college, and engaged to a nice, but vanilla girl. After I came out to her as an adult baby and spanking fetishist, we split up quickly.
One of my ex's parting "gifts" to me was to out me to my entire family. She called my mom, my aunt, my grandmother, anyone and everyone she had a phone number for.
But actually, it worked out just fine. It went right over my grandmother's head. My aunt and I had an interesting talk and were as tight as ever.
The only real negative consequence, and it was a pretty tiny one, was my mom. She asked me, "where did I go wrong?"
I told her not to be ridiculous. I told her that I've been having these thoughts and fantasies since I was very young, and it was no big deal, and that it was perfectly healthy and she didn't do a thing wrong.
Was it awkward? Of course it was awkward. But it didn't kill me. Actually, what it did, was set me free. I didn't have to hide what I was doing, where I was making all these new friends, who I was as a person.
Let me be clear about this, though. I didn't live with my mom, she was on the other side of the country. Moreover, I was a grown man, and a college graduate. I was in my early 20s, but I was on my own.
While I was out, I wasn't indiscrete, either. I learned from the whole experience that there's a difference between secret and private. I was able to say to my mother, with some degree of pride, that I didn't need her approval. I wasn't going to share inappropriate details with her, that she didn't need and I didn't want her to have. But not because I was ashamed, not because I didn't like who I am. Just because it was none of her business.
If I hadn't been forced to, would I have made the same choice to be out to my family in the way that I am? I don't know. Eventually, I probably would have.
More people in my life know than don't know about this aspect of myself. Sure, there are places where it's not appropriate to share. But even with that, I consider myself to be a sex positive sort of person.
I can talk about my own sexuality, and that of other people, without shame and without it being some titillating thing. The fact of the matter is, the vast majority of human beings are sexual beings to some degree. Having sex, and doing things that are sexually pleasurable is as real a need as eating or breathing or drinking or sleeping.
I don't pretend that I have the right answer for everyone. I don't even think there is such a thing. But speaking for myself, I'm glad that I'm out. I'm grateful for the freedom it affords me.