You weren't taking very good care of yourself. Moving out of bed was the hardest, mixed with regression your needs and your depression kicking in your needs were never met. So you were required by law to move in to a caregivers home

You didn't agree with this. Your childhood was full of neglect and abuse, so the thought of being vulnerable and dependent under someone else's care sounded horrible, and you tried to get out of it but it was to no avail

So you met your caregiver, his name was Cole. He had two other little's named Griffin who only regressed from Three to Five and Grey who regressed from Two to Four. So not only were you forced to live with a caregiver, he also had other little's, two boys!

When you first arrived with very few things, you were a crying mess. You flinched anytime Cole would touch you and he made sure his other two boys weren't around you too much so you could get used to your new lifestyle. And surprisingly he was super gentle, no matter how many times you hit away his hand or pushed him away, throwing things like pacifiers or pushing over sippy cups he was always gentle and paient.

He understood you weren't being "bratty", you were scared and you were dealing with it in the only way you knew how. You were always so timid and very jumpy, barely ate at first but Cole was determined to make you feel at home and safe with him and both his little's. He went through the same fighting stage with them as well, as they were both in abusive households as well so he's very much understanding and knowing, making him an expert

Cole was getting snack time ready, which was some baby puffs and sliced up fruit with milk in sippy cups. Normally snacks were to be enjoyed on couches but he had three little's in his care now, which meant getting in highchairs or sitting at the table was the best way he could supervise all three of you

Currently you're sitting in the play pen, a big gated area with many toys and little house play sets. Griffin and Grey were playing with each other as you refused to go near them, you sat closest to the gate, tears in your eyes as you clutched a stuffed bunny in your arms looking to the TV watching Bluey, your mind distracted by your distress momentarily

Cole: "Are you guys ready for snack time?" Cole called out, getting the highchairs ready and bith Grey and Griffin get excited and instantly get up, running to the gate of the playpen, but you stay seated, squished against the playpen gate and clung to your bunny as Bluey held all of your attention