That’s what I have always called it anyway, and I think it directly correlates to my slave nature.
I’ve been contemplating this for quite some time, because Himself is under so much stress and pressure right now. He is fundamentally unhappy with where he is, physically in space and in his career.
Guess what?
I can’t fix it, and it makes me miserable. It’s my job to care for him, make sure he’s healthy and happy and on the right path.
But I cannot help him with this and it eats me up. So, what do I do? I take it into myself. I poke, prod, nudge, yell, scream, cry … Until he will at least open up and vent a little.
And then it is on my shoulders. I’m riddled with anxiety and fear and sadness and disappointment and dissatisfaction with the path my life has taken — but at least he feels a little better.
A friend of mine posted this article on Facebook: 5 Tips for Empaths to Prevent Anxiety and Depression
Well, that’s interesting.
Caveat: I haven’t polled every single submissive, slave, little, pet, etc. in the world — but one thing I have noticed that I have in common with most a-types that I do know is this:
Our happiness is directly tied into that of our M-type. There is an acute connection there, that I found hard to explain to myself for the longest time after I met my Master.
I have always been this way. My mother is not in any way, shape or form a submissive woman, but she has always been this way too. We are the shoulder to cry on, we are the sympathetic ear … We internalize it and have an IBS flair up. We jokingly refer to ourselves as Sin-Eaters.
Ultimately, after a friend, family, SO unloads their burden, they can walk away happy and free.
This article articulates to me exactly why I need BDSM in my life. Every one of the bullet points hits an aspect of BDSM that fulfills me and keeps me in an even keel.
Huh. Imagine that, a woo-woo hippy article accidentally described exactly what it is to be in this lifestyle.