Little Thumper Lou's Littlespace

  Strong arms engulf me from behind.  I shriek and drop my toothbrush in fright, but am instantly soothed by the familiar scent and gravelly voice: "Shh, little one.  Daddy's here." He turns me around and I am gently pressed up against him; my ear against his chest, hearing the rhythmic thump thump thump of his heart.  "You're home early, Sir.  I thought I'd be sleeping..." Firm fingers grasp my chin, forcing me to gaze up into his narrowing eyes.  "That's Daddy to you, little girl," he growls. My eyes widen, my lips part and my breath catches. "But..." "No." He tenderly smooths the curls from my face.  "Little one, you've been a big girl for long enough these past few days.  You need this.  Daddy needs this." I can never refuse him.  I sigh and snuggle deeper into his chest.  "Yes, Daddy." His arms tighten around me and I know he is smiling.  "There's my little one."  Daddy wipes th...

  There are a lot of littles out there who experience really bad anxiety. As I have written before, I am one of these littles. And I struggle to manage it. But this isn't about me. This writing is about highlighting ways to manage anxiety when you are little/advice for Caregivers and is by no means a definitive list ... I hope that if anyone comments below on strategies that help them/their little that I can then add them here. Communication For many littles who have a Caregiver, hearing their voice is one of the biggest ways to ease anxiety. Being able to call, or listen to a recording of their Caregiver's voice is soothing and relaxing and a way to feel connected and safe. So many littles who experience anxiety also mentioned that the way their partner/Caregiver communicates is really important in easing/increasing their anxiety. Communication is important in EVERY DYNAMIC, hell EVERY RELATIONSHIP, but when you are dealing with anxiety combined with a little, then your ...

Once upon a time there was a little girl who desperately wanted to be out in the world. She desperately wanted to laugh and dance and twirl and feel the sun on her face. But she was a terrified little one because she was born in darkness and locked up in a tower of pain and suffering... Oh how she longed to be rescued from her invisible prison. One day there was a rumble from outside and the little girl ran to her only safe place...inside her mind...and holed up in the dark twisty vines intertwined with longing and fear. She froze and closed her eyes as the barriers burst and the walls came crashing down around her. The little girl waited for the pain...the devastation...the destruction... the gentlest of caresses and the most intoxicating of voices? "I've found you, little one..." he rasped as he gently cupped her trembling face and forced her to meet his gaze. "B...B...b...but...I don't understand..." she began and stopped, mesmerised by the most inte...