Little Thumper Lou's Littlespace

Disclaimer: I have consented to impact play/spanking withing my dynamic and this is in no way abusive. If this is a trigger for you, please do not read any further. *** "No pain, no gain!" How many times have you heard this slogan? How many times are we told that in order to achieve something worthwhile, you have to be prepared to endure discomfort ...or even pain? Now try telling this to someone that endures pain every single day. Chances are you'll get smacked in the face. And you'll probably deserve it! I am one of these people. I live with chronic pain that can be so severe that it literally takes my breath away and leaves me curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing. I am one of these people. And if you are reading this, then maybe you are too. I have been very open about my chronic illnesses and how there is not a day that goes by where I am not in some degree of pain. I have tried every possible treatment and therapy: from anti-inflammatory pills to strong ...

  I am chronically ill. I have a cluster-fuck of conditions that mean I am in constant pain. Every. Fucking. Day. There are days when my Endometriosis and it's accompanying womb gremlims decide to make my abdomen so tight that I feel 9 months pregnant. There are days when my Fibromyalgia causes my hands to drop everything and makes me walk like a 90 year old whose tummy has been slashed to the spine. There are days when my Rheumatoid Arthritis makes my fingers nip and burn and I could cry with the pain. There are days when I can't even pull my own panties up, never mind leave the house. There are days when my anxiety stops me from answering the phone and I feel like there's a monster inside me, clawing to be released. There are days when my little craves to be touched but my skin is too painful. But none of this shows on the outside. And I've become very fucking good at hiding my pain and suffering because for so long, no one really seemed to give a shit or t...

I honestly can't recall a time when I wasn't almost crippled with anxiety. I've experienced it all my life: it's a "pain that I'm used to" as Depeche Mode sings. I'm used to the constant feeling of unease and fear but not knowing what is causing it. I'm used to my stomach somersaulting at 100mph. I'm used to checking something a gazillion times, only to check it once more - just in case. I'm used to having 40 different strategies to manage my anxiety so I can make it to the end of each day. As far as anxiety goes, I can confidently say that I'm a pro. But do you know who isn't? My little. For anyone who doesn't know me, my little only fully came out of hiding in March 2022 (see, she's proper new and shiny!!) and oh my, was I unprepared for just how anxious she was ... and still is! My little is hyper-observant and vigilant and an empath, so she notices and feels EVERYTHING: the good, bad and the downright fucking ugly. ...