rSlash - r/Offmychest My Teacher Has a Diaper Kink

Episode Date: August 25, 2025

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something on Reddit to get advice on our design, and I wanted to know what people were saying. I searched the sub until I found a recent post discussing the issue we had and figured that it was likely his post. I clicked on his account to see if there's any way that I could confirm that it was my teachers and I saw lewd comment after lewd comment on countless posts, most of which were on ABDL and diaper fetish subs. What is ABDL? It stands for adult baby and what is DL?

DL. Diaper something? Okay, here we go. stands for adult baby and diaper lover. I scroll down a bit further and, yep, it's him. I have so much effing regrets. I can never look at this man the same again. I have to ride to competitions with this man for the next two years. I have to sit in class with him every other day for 90 minutes for another two years.

Oh, man, why did I do this? Down in the comments, we have some similar stories, this one from Radio Wolf S.G. When I started high school, there was a kid in one of my classes who had gone to a different middle school, so I never met him before, who I thought was pretty cute. I looked him up on Instagram and found an account with a first and last name that was the same as his. It was filled with furry stuff. And I was trying to deny that it was his account, but the first photo posted was a selfie of obviously him from a few years earlier. That crush died out pretty fast after that.

I think the lesson to take away from this story is don't snoop. It's really tempting to snoop, but it almost always backfires. You either find nothing interesting, in which case you've done something wrong and you get nothing out of it, or you find something horrific and you regret it. So just stay out of everyone's lives. More than likely, I would guess what percentage of the population do you think has a really bizarre fetish? I'm not talking about, you know, missionary or cowgirl or kind of

mundane vanilla stuff like that. I'm talking diaper play, hardcore BDSM. You know, the type of thing where if you knew that about that person, it would probably change your perspective. I bet it's got to be at least 25%, probably a lot higher. I think put a gun to my head, I'd probably say like 40% of the population. So just don't snoop into people's lives because, you know, I think there's like a 40% chance you're going to find something horrific. Our next Reddit post is from Sweet Community. I'm a 22-year-old woman and my boyfriend is 28. We've been dating for just over a year and everything's been going great. We met over a mutual hobby and eventually got together a few months later. I've recently been moving into a new house, so I've had to leave some larger items at his place. I first thought

that my boyfriend was cheating on me a few months ago. I was at his place for the week, as I had a few days off of work for my birthday. So one of the days, we had gone out to do some shopping so I could treat myself for my birthday and buy some things from my new place. One of these things I bought was a board game to play, as I'm a big fan of them in general. So later in the day, we eat dinner and then sat down to play my new game, which is this game where you have to name things in a category and tilt a shoot before a ball reaches your side. My boyfriend had gone to the bathroom while I set up the game, and I waited five to ten minutes before he came back down to play. As we were playing, I said an answer that he didn't think was right, so he went to

check on his phone, which is where I noticed that he had the Grindr app open as one of his recently opened apps. I told him to go back and I clicked on it and I asked him to let me see his phone. At this point he said, damn, as he knew he'd been caught and he sat with his head in his hands. I'll spare you the details, but it was the typical flirting you'd see on Grindr with picks from both sides. One in particular that caught my attention was one that he had actually set a meetup with, asking if the other person was free on Wednesday at six, two hours after I was leaving to go home. At this point, I'm screaming at him, asking him why he'd do this and a bunch of things that I forgot about. He tells me he doesn't meet up with anyone, and he just uses the chats to

please himself to. I just look at him confused and ask why he doesn't just watch adult content or use the pics I send him, and he explains he likes the live chat more than just old picks, and that he doesn't want to ask me because he knows my libido has been down recently due to some medication that I'm on. I hate myself for even seeing the logic in this, but eventually I calmed down a little. Tell him that he has to stop doing it and that if he's horny, he should talk to me. Eventually, we're both sat on the bed and I'm comforting him as he's crying, so at this point I believed him that he's not cheating. He just used the wrong head and did something stupid. This brings us to about three weeks ago, where he comes to my place on Sunday to help do some work on the house. Afterwards, he goes home and everything

seems fine. Then, a few days later on Wednesday, he goes radio silent. He doesn't answer his calls, messages, anything. Eventually, I found his mom on Instagram and send her a message on Friday. She explains that she's been trying to find a way to contact me and to ring her when I get the chance. So I call her and she tells me that he's been arrested and they don't know where he is. So I'm shocked and don't know what to think as he's never done anything that would make me think that he could have been arrested. It wasn't even a possibility I'd thought about. Eventually, a week or so passes, and we all hear nothing from him. All we know is that he's been arrested and that his car is outside his house.

Another week passes, and I've made plans to pick up my stuff from his house with his mom. There, I find a bail notice stating that he's been accused of communicating with underage children with sexual intent. I can't help but feel sick and betrayed. I feel disgusting and guilty for not finding anything when I say. searched his phone. We've since received letters from him saying how sorry he is and how much he loves us all and that he hasn't done anything, but I can't help but feel disgusted by him. But I also can't help but miss him and the messages I always wake up to, and it makes me feel sick. We unfortunately don't have a court date or a judge's verdict yet, but I had to get it out of my head and somewhere else. I have

no plans to stay with him, but I can't help but feel sorry for his parents who are lovely, the child involved, I also feel like a victim myself. O.P., you mentioned not having a court date? Why would you go to the court dates, man? Don't put yourself through that. Don't do that to yourself. Just dump them and move on. Our next Reddit post is

from Anonymous. I'm a 21-year-old woman, and I was born with amniotic ban syndrome. My arm was affected. I can't move or lift my arm. It's dead weight. The amniotic ban syndrome meant that my arm didn't develop correctly, so it was like having dead weight, an unusable arm hanging at my side like a normal arm does. Also, my arm hangs

differently. I couldn't move it or use it at all. The only feeling I had from it was either numbness or pain. Imagine having an arm hanging from your shoulder and chest that's dead weight, where you could feel the heaviness, but couldn't lift it or move it or use it like a normal arm, and the only feeling you got from it was either pain or numbness. And you couldn't untwist it to a more comfortable or natural position. That was me. My parents refused to have my arm amputated, even though that's a normal thing for children with this syndrome, and doctors recommend it. I always had to wear a long sleeve, and I had to act like my arm was normal. I know now that my parents are the kind of people who act like they're special and important for having a disabled child, but they

only acted like that in front of others. Meanwhile, I had to hide it and pretend that I had a normal arm. Doctors told my parents that I was in pain. It was obvious before I could even talk. There was no reason for that. My parents are educated. They aren't religious and they believe in science. But they never listened to any doctors. I spent my entire life in pain. I didn't finish school. I left before I was 18 because of the pain. I never, ever slept enough. I couldn't ever have a job. I couldn't do stuff other kids did. I don't talk to my family anymore because of it. As soon as as I turned 18, I went to see a doctor by myself without my parents. The doctors agreed that my arm should have been amputated when I was a baby. I was sent to a specialist and there was

no disagreement about doing amputation surgery. All the medical professionals who were involved said they'd never seen an adult in my situation before because the surgery is done on babies and sometimes young children. My parents, siblings, and the rest of my relatives tried to talk me out of the surgery. But like I said, I don't talk to them anymore. It'll be three years in October since I had my arm amputated. I had what's called a shoulder disarticulation, and I have no regrets at all. I have the odd phantom ache or twinge right after the surgery, but that went away shortly afterwards. All those aches and twinges were nothing compared to the pain that I had my whole life. I'm still amazed at what it's like to have a life with no pain. After

surgery, I had to learn to walk and balance again since the weight of my arm was missing. But now I'm able to do everything I couldn't do before. I got a part-time job after the surgery, and now I have a full-time job with my provincial government. I went back to finish school, and now in September I'm starting university part-time at night. I can't go full-time during the day because I need to work full-time. It'll take longer to earn my degree, but I'm still going to do it. I want to be an accountant. I do not regret having the surgery. I'm fine only having one arm. The one thing that is a bit annoying is having to take shirts and tops to a tailor to get the entire sleeve removed. Because if I don't go to a tailor, the fabric from the unused sleeve gets in the way.

But that isn't a big deal compared to what having my arm was like. I know you shouldn't hate people, but I hate my family for denying me a life like this. I went to therapy after I got my full-time job to work on this, but I still hate them some days. I don't blame you, O.P., I'd hate them too. That's literally 18 years of child abuse. Our next Reddit post is from Funny Channel. I'm a 30-year-old woman, and I have a best friend, Jane, who's 30 from high school.

I love her, and even though we've drifted these past few years due to her moving away, I still consider her to be one of my favorite people. When we were in our early 20s, I made a mean comment to her about her appearance. and to be honest, I don't even remember making it. I don't know what the context of it was, or how I said it, or how she'd responded in that moment. All I know is that I said it to her at some point in our friendship. Jane volunteered for one of those transformation videos, and it was recorded and posted to YouTube. It was really exciting and cool, and I was super excited to watch it when I first heard about it.

The second the video was uploaded, I made sure to watch it. I actually watched it several times. I thought it was so cool. However, during the video, she mentions that a friend had made this one particular comment about her appearance, and I remember thinking, well, that's effing rude. The next time I saw her, I asked who had said that to her, and she had been like, you! And she nervously laughed. I was completely shocked, and all I managed to get out was an, oh. We were hanging out in a group, and someone changed the conversation pretty quickly.

Neither of us ever brought it up again, at least to each other. videos, however, have this lovely capability where you can leave comments under the video. The video didn't get too popular, but it gained a little bit of traction and has plenty of comments underneath. Many of which are dragging this friend for saying such a mean thing and how Jane should drop this person from their life. That person obviously being me. And the comments are right. What I said was messed up. It effing kills me that what I said upset them so much, they mention it in a transformation video when they are were asked why they wanted to make a change. And while I don't remember saying it, I definitely

remember having thought it, and if Jane had ever asked my opinion, I know for a fact I would have said it, which makes me feel even worse about the whole thing. So, every so often, I re-watch the video and read all the comments to remind myself that I'm a terrible friend who needs to keep their effing mouth shut. Well, I think the first thing you could do is just apologize, because this post seems to be more about you and your issues than actually saying, hey, I'm sorry for what I said. That was very rude of me. But still, people in the comments of this threat are being a little overly harsh. And I think O.P. is also being overly harsh to herself as well, because we've all said and done stupid things. Every single person on earth has those moments that you

think about in your head when you're lying in bed and sleep and you're like, ah, what was I thinking? It's just impossible to make it through life and live like, you know, 50, 60, 70 years without screwing up and saying the wrong thing and putting your foot in your mouth. So I wouldn't beat myself up about it too badly. So just try to be a better person and move forward, I think. Our next Reddit post is from Broad Sider. Okay, so this is weird, and I know it's weird, but I've never told anyone about this until today.

I'm a 28-year-old guy, and I have this habit of watching adult content while I eat. Not like doing anything while I watch it, literally just sitting there, eating dinner, watching adult content like you would TV or something. It started halfway through college. I lived alone, so I would just throw something in the microwave and click on whatever was trending on The Hub. I wasn't even that horny. Most of the time I wouldn't even finish the video. It was just something about it that made my meals less lonely. It felt nice to have company while I ate my leftover spaghetti. Now I can't stop. I'll be halfway through a meal and just casually scrolling through thumbnails like I'm picking a show on Netflix. Sometimes I go for the plot-driven stuff. Sometimes, just whatever looks fun.

Yesterday, I watched a stepsister stuck in the dryer scene while eating clam chowder and didn't flinch. I don't even get aroused most of the time anymore. I used to play with myself afterwards, but now it's just a nightly ritual that I can't go without. Normal YouTube videos feel slow and boring now. I know how insane this sounds now that I type it out, I just need to say it out loud. Please tell me someone else out there has done this, or am I truly alone in my depravity? All right, what can we do with this? O.P. O.P. likes to watch salad tossing while tossing salad. O.P. likes to eat clam chowder while watching someone get their clam eaten.

O.P. O.P. likes to do a muck bang while watching a gang bang? O.P. likes to feel stuffed while watching girls get stuffed. Okay. Jokes aside, O.P., sounds like you have an adult content addiction. So just put the phone down. Okay? Put the phone in another room, eat your lunch, watch a YouTube video, perhaps R-slash. I know I can't compete with hardcore, hardcore content. I'm doing my best out here. But look, there's lots of good YouTube videos out there. I'm sure you can find something to compete with a stepsister in a dryer. That was R-slash off my chest. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.