or “A funny thing that happened to me on the M4”…
As you probably all know, I am lucky enough to spend most days in rubber as I work from my home office and have no limitation on what I can wear as long as I can work and live in it. For me, that means I can usually be found totally encased in rubber from head to foot, often several layers and with mask, tubes etc. I know I am is an amazingly lucky to have to opportunity and I do not squander the chance to be totally enclosed. I am told it is not to everyone’s takes, but I have no idea why. To me it is a totally amazing feeling and the more time I can dedicate to spending totally sealed in rubber, the better the feeling gets.
But am I addicted or dependent on rubber? Well here is an episode that got me thinking.
I had to attend a work meeting a 5 hours + trip from home in order to stimulate some work to allow me to work from home for another couple of months and so live in rubber. I packed my stuff, just in case I needed to be there for more than a day and set off. This sort of thing is an essential part of my life and I thought very little about it.
It’s hard to explain what happened that day but as soon as had finished my work I found I could not make it home. It was a little like a feeling of hysteria or panic or maybe it would be better to say it felt something like disgust was building up in me, This was after less than 24 hours since I had been encased in latex and this is the quickest time the craving for my rubber skin had returned to an such an unbearable level. It usually takes days for the feeling to even start building.
I reasoned it was probably because I had previously been lucky enough to have been in rubber every single day for weeks – and this is rare, even for me. It seems that this sudden transition was too much of a mental shock for me. I ended up checking myself into a hotel and knew I must immediately seal myself totally in my rubber to calm down, and then stay in there for as long as it took to build up the resources to make it home.
I know how this sounds (mad!) and I am positively not the hysterical type. OK, if it was vital, I am sure I could have got home, but I really had the feeling that I did not want to put myself through that. It was all very strange.
The hours that rolled into days of my extended session in the hotel was incredibly satisfying on a sensual level, but it was also a slightly scary experience. I tried to blank it from my mind, but kept asking myself, what happens if I get to a stage where I cannot spend more than a few hours without being encased in rubber?
I did get back after a couple of nights in the hotel and I have been in rubber most days since that episode, but I know now there is a time coming in a week or so when I may have to spend whole days working on the customer’s site without my rubber skin. This fills me with loathing and dread. What if I actually become hysterical and cannot make it through the working day? I don’t think I have ever felt this way before, and it may not happen if I keep myself busy, but this fear has been building very slowly for the last few years.
I feel the only way that would work is to plan to spend progressively more time out of rubber in the days before I need to work the whole day at the customer site. But it is important to understand why I cannot not do this. I made a solemn promise to spend all my time in rubber unless there was a specific reason that prevented me and I cannot break this promise. It’s a vital rule that has made it possible for me to be able to dedicate myself to this wonderful, yet often challenging and sometimes uncomfortable life. I must remain in rubber until I am required to be in public where I must suddenly be without my protective rubber layer.
This is the basis of the challenge I live with. It is actually very testing to be totally enclosed in rubber for long periods most days of your life. I found a long time ago that during periods when I am able to be in rubber every single day without a more than 24 hour gap, it actually gets a lot easier to live in rubber that when there is a gap between rubber episodes. So I decided I must mentally commit to daily total rubber enclosure, whenever possible in order to make my life comfortable enough to be tolerable and so meet my lifestyle goal.
Now after years of this life, I seem to have found that if you do spend weeks in rubber every day, it seems that the mental adjustment means you find it much more mentally challenging to suddenly spend time out of rubber than the physical and mental challenge of being in rubber.
Originally I thought I had been given only 3 months to experiment with this lifestyle, so decided it was a golden opportunity. I thought it must be worth experimenting with the idea of a total rubber existence while I could. I imagined it as an extended kinky rubber vacation. As it turned out the opportunity lasted much longer and then I started to take difficult and risky career decisions to see if I could make it last longer. The opportunity to work in rubber has lasted for many years now, with only a few gaps and so I must honor my promise while I can because I never know when it must end.
So I guess this is the basis of my how I became dependant on rubber. Being so mentally dependant of rubber is perversely comforting – its as if I have reached a new level of perversion. So the question is: is the rubber dependency developing to have a pathological aspect? Should I be worried or excited? Is this a mental addiction or am I deluding myself like a rubber hypochondriac?
Sealed
10 comments:
Good post, SAS. I wonder the same thing myself, although for me it is more that I find myself obsessed with thoughts of rubber enclosure rather than the actual experience of being in it. So I have a yearning to be in it whenever I'm thinking about it rather than apprehension when I'm not in it. Sort of opposite ends of the same obsession spectrum???
I wonder if it can be considered pathological if it isn't impacting your relationships, work, etc.? I don't think it affects the rest of my life; I'm still holding a good job, lots of friends. I do think it had some effect on the break up of my LTR though; I was changing into something else while he was staying in the same place and the gap between us had grown too large. I also find now that I will choose social events to go to that allow me to wear rubber rather than those where I don't have that opportunity.
But this can only be considered pathological because society deems it so. IMO, people who watch TV or play video games for all of their spare time have bigger problems with OCD than I do. It's just that society deems my rubber obsession as being bad, while watching huge amounts of reality TV is acceptable. Maybe not the best comparison, but there it is. Many people 'waste' their time with 'frivolous' pursuits; TV, porn, gambling, legitimate or illegitimate drug taking, what have you. It all has a theme of obsession to it.
You can't tell me that people obsessed with TV don't feel apprehensive or naked when they have to go without it for a few days?
I must admit that I'm trying to get into a position to telecommute from work so I have the same opportunities as you to wear rubber throughout the day.
The fact you have shaped your career around opportunities to be rubberized might indicate how big of an influence it has over you too.
I think you're right; it's all a matter of conditioning. If you ease yourself out of wearing it so often, your mind will become accustomed to occasionally being without. The mind is an amazing thing!
I have read your blog since you began. Your honesty and introspection is only matched by the dedication and intensity with which you have pursued this passion.
I am not passing judgment, but it appears to me that you are in fact very addicted. It seems odd that you would even ask the question because it appears from your actions and thoughts that this is self evident..
But the larger question is, what is the real consequence for this addiction? One typically needs to be out and about for mundane things such as buying food or seeing the doctor, or family and so forth. And then there are things like sports, recreation and entertainment. If your life consists of working and spending all our time enclosed in rubber and little else, even if this seems to provide satisfaction on some level, you need to ask if that is truly enough? Do all the other things which you are precluded from doing matter?
The fact that you have conditioned your body and mind to accept and even crave such a thing has been proven beyond a doubt. What is accomplished by extending this ad infinitum? Is it like climbing a peak which has no top? You just keep going up and up and getting further and further from sea level and civilization tethered via the internet, and phone because of work.
As much as I have enjoyed experience rubber enclosure at times, there are simply too many other things which matter so much and are completely antithetical to rubber than I cannot even contemplate giving those things up... sailing, social interactions, attending ballet or opera or concerts, or dining out, or walking or hiking. Each of those activities of experiences have value because I can miss them, long for them, be look forward to doing them. It's like sitting down for a multi course meal and enjoying each cource in succession.
I have written this many times on several sites even your favorite food would lose its appeal if that was all you ate meal after meal, snack after snack. YUCK And I already feel addicted to things like sweets and coffee which I am not constantly having, but do have them at some point every day. And when I don't I am irritable.YUCK. That's addiction.
People life with addictions and some life well with them. If I addicted to rubber enclosure, I would so cut off from so many things I couldn't possibly say that there was no harm to the quality of my life.
You might make a completely different calculus. As I get older obsessions seem like a bad idea... something I would have denied when I was younger.
Dark
I totally agree with Mr Dark. but I also understand how you feel.
The classical definition of addiction or pathological obsession is that blurry fine line where your are no longer able to decide (and keep your word) wether you want to keep doing it or not.
Those times when you feel your body asking for more and "complaining" each time you do not indulge it with another "dose", are the times where you realize you are addicted.
Addictions are states of mind that can be associated to just anything. Not only chemicals, but food, work, sports, fetishes, speed, power, just any single human activity or thing can be the object of addiction. So, the problem here is the abuse. Anything in abusive quantities will make us sick, no matter how good we feel or how great they seem to be.
In our case, the rubber objectification fetish is not necessarily an addiction per se, but surely can be if we loose control over it. Keep in mind this important word, CONTROL. As long as we keep rubberization under our control and subjected to our decisions, there is no psichological harm no matter how deep we go.
But consiider this, now that you are "in the rubber side" you find difficult to deal with a non rubber life, the same feelng you had for rubber life when you started this quest. So, if you look this in such a way, you should start doing what you have been doing to become a rubberized plumbed object but in the opposite direction. The cool thing is that your methods, steps and challenges will remain the same.
At the end, your goal is to make your brain to be trained for switch from one lifestyle to another whenever you need.
Keep on Rubber
Regards
Gerez
The consequences of this addiction are such that you isolate yourself from society. You may learn to live without negative health effects, but you really need to see how the addiction may cut you off from many things we consider part of a "normal" life.
Now it can be argued that many people live isolated lives and some even choose such an existence because of the introspection this affords. We tend to revere monks and ascetics because we consider that they lead some kind of life without impurities. I'm not so sure that I am so positive about their experience.
Many of us have addictions which are chemical but have little if any social implications when they are "controlled" as noted here - such as food addictions or smoking.
My sense is that you seem to have achieved a lifestyle and carrying on may give you nothing more - but the same and a "record" for Guiness. My advice would be to move toward a more mixed activity lifestyle without giving up your rubber enclosure endurance skills and visit them as "vacations"..
You might find that more interesting. Dunno.
Dark
Hey... I'm visiting your blog for a few days for now, can't remember where I found it.
But anyways... I must say (please don't face this as a RUDE comment) but you're really sick.
This is not normal... what's the fun of being "sealed and suffocatting" in rubber clothes?
I mean, ok, it must be exciting (sexually) for you, but hey, go have some sex... find a girlfriend (or boyfriend if you prefer). It's healthier.
You're losing your lifetime in this... you're not socializing, not meeting people, making friends.
You prefer to wear this rubber shit to se a sunshine! This is completely wrong in so many levels...
Finalizing, what's the fun of suffocate yourself? This is wrong as well, you might kill yourself doing this, just to please your sexual desire... it's really insane.
I can't imagine how people can see sexual pleasure in SUFFOCATION. It makes me want to breath harder just to think...
Anyway, quit this... I didn't mean to be rude, I'm sorry if it sounded but you REALLY should go to a doctor. This is not right.
Not to mention the REALLY BAD skin problems you'll have in the future...
Anyway, take care bro.
Monday, 09 March 2009
I hoped this post would spark some comment on my “addiction” and in that I can see I have been successful, both here and by email.
Dealing with Junior first. I am sorry but I do find your comments “rude”. Still, I don’t tend to delete such comments as sometimes some good can come out them, so let’s see…
Lets start with the easy stuff. If you have to ask the question what's the fun of rubber encasement, then I know I would not be skilled enough to give you an answer that you will understand. Same goes for breath control. I may as well ask why you enjoy reading and commenting on blogs of lifestyles you have no interest in. You obviously do enjoy it and I obviously enjoy doing my thing. Simple really. The web show there are very many people world wide who like my kind of interests and suspect it shows there are many people like you – this does make it right or wrong and just shows there are as many ways to live as there are people.
I know u have done your best to read some of my blog, but I have to assume I have accidentally mislead you. What makes u think I am single? What makes you think I do not socialise or have any friends? I do probably write about the way that being in rubber limits what I can do/where I go/how I can interact and socialise etc, but I also point out every few posts that I do not spend 24/7/365 in my rubber. Just because I spend a lot of time in my rubber does not make me a 100% hermit. And, if someone were a hermit, monk or ascetic, would it be OK to dismiss their life?
You see, it’s not just the content, but the way it is communicated that I found offensive. I think we all know my life is “not normal” as u put it. That’s why I am writing about it and why I am asking for interaction from people with an interest in similar alternative ways of living. I am not claiming that it is without some worrying aspects, but hoped for a more understanding response than “your sick” or “wrong”.
As for the last comment, I await the “really bad skin problems” you predict with some interest. OK, I am being glib, wearing rubber without any thought could easily put your skin health at risk, but with some care and technique I have managed to survive regularly wearing rubber since way before I started this blog in 2005.
Now back to the other contributors…
It obviously difficult for me to get much perspective or distance from the rubber that forms such an intimate and everyday part of my existence so I DO value the perspective of people who share interests and can understand some of my motivations.
Speedoguru & others (and in particular those who currently choose to contact me directly) make me feel less alone, even where their own craving is usually more a craving when not in rubber than my anxiety of having to spend extended periods without my rubber skin.
Dark thinks there is no question I am addicted. He also asks if all the things which my rubber oriented life precludes me from doing matter?
I also agree with Dark to some extent that being addicted to rubber enclosure can be a isolating experience and that would be harming his quality of life.
It seems that Speedoguru has a social life and a social network that will accept his (beautiful) rubber form, although it has caused problem with his last LTR.
I too have the feeling that I have “changed into something else” and because the transition still seem to be slowly continuing, I just have to hope that others can accept this new rubber being. I know this will be a challenge for them and me. Society or my perception of society does effectively socially disable me for my dreadful transgression of being totally encased in rubber and know the rubber mask I find so essential to my comfort is the ultimate provocation to them. Me blaming society is of course futile and I look to us all to try to change society to be tolerant of our mode of existence. I can at least hope for the future generations as look at how intolerant times were just a few decades ago.
Unfortunately, I find I cannot take Speedos advice of deliberately cutting down on exposure as a way of acclimatising myself to spending extended periods of time out of rubber. The transition to regularly spending long periods in rubber can be challenging for anyone and the only way to explain it is how some people find it initially very uncomfortable and annoying to grow a beard. However, the beard analogy underplays how much of constant (pleasant) distraction rubber can be and how occasionally uncomfortable rubber enclosure can be. The distractions therefore affects you ability to function beyond a fetish/sexual animal – which is of course half the charm of rubber life.
The way I live, it is very important to be find a compromise and find it tolerable to spend all day in rubber and still be productive at work to sustain my way of life. The best way I have found to make rubber life tolerable and sustainable is to try to regularly be in rubber as much as I possible can. To give you an ideas of what I mean, life certainly gets very much easier if you reach say at least 8 hours every single day. And if you do have to spend time out of rubber, it really needs to be no more than 24 hours if I can. What happens if I don’t regularly top up your encasement is that the first day back is almost a wasted day. Today is an example where I have had to spend most of the weekend without any rubber covering me. My body is hyper-sensitive to the touch of the rubber it has been craving for days and this can sometimes result in an over-reaction to the encasement resulting it becoming uncomfortable after just a few hours. The intensity of the feeling of rubber quickly becomes an enormous sexual stimulant and although this is normal, the level of distraction can make it very difficult to concentrate or function beyond sex.
To avoid this the only I have way I have found is to have rules which dictate when I should be in rubber, for how long and when I can strip. I have found this corner stone so affective it is difficult to know how I could live in rubber without them.
Sealed
hello,
I have been reading your blog on and off for a number of months now, and I have to say that I find it a comfort. For years I have felt that my personal interest in rubber enclosure both sexually and at times as a form of comfort was 'wierd' 'abnormal' etc etc. Over the years I have learnt that I am not in fact the only human on the planet with this yearning, which did come as something of a relief!! Equally I have learnt that yes, some people find this fetish/need/lifestyle unusual or even as Junior puts it "sick". However, I feel that this range of reactions is in itself 'normal' - after all there are many fetishes/sexual interests that leave me cold to say nothing of slightly perplexed or even freaked. In fact I must confess I am a little puzzled - if Junior admits to not sharing this interest then how did he find himself doing a search on the internet which led to this blog? I wouldn't dream of searching and then reading something that I found so totally off-putting and abhorrent. Why google things that aren't your 'bag'?!
I have never felt the need to bring my rubber craving into any of my relationships both with friends or my LTR, mainly because I actually find great comfort in having this secret 'escape' - it is 'me' time. I have to say that I envy your daily schedule which allows you to incorporate rubber into your life frequently. In common with many people who have responded to your previous postings, I am not in that postion myself. I do wonder however whether the desire to be in rubber more frequently would remain if I could indeed have my 'wish', or as Speedoguru mentions, if the desire would in fact outweigh the reality. Yes I find it sexually rewarding and yet at the same time it affords me an 'escape' from the day to day trudgery of life. It is my "down time". I have a very happy life with my boyf both sexually and emotionally but I love this totally secret life that is my rubber enclosure fetish. However since these slots are not anything like your own dedication I am afraid that I can be of no real help in commenting on your latest predicament of feeling as if you are addicted to it. If you do not think that it is having an adverse reaction on any of your friendships/LTR then I can't quite see how it can be deemed to be a negative thing. You are the only person who can judge how much of an affect it is having on the rest of your life. If the incident in the hotel where you had to spend several days resulted in your missing time with friends/rearranging work appointments then it is for you to weigh up the practicalities and importance of the consequences of such a situation. I think that only you can do this. Your most recent posting on monday 9th March sounded as if you were more on top of your predicament, and maybe these rules that you have implemented are in fact the best way of dealing with the situation - if you know on a day to day and week to week basis when and for how long you will be in your rubber skin perhaps this is the easiest way to provide you with the best of both worlds - a timetable or framework that allows you to control both sides of your life.
I wish you success in finding a happy medium over this.
Madame Cholet
Thankyou Madame Cholet.
It is so refreshing to hear from someone so positive. I found you message lifted my day and so decided to react quickly rather than my usual tendency to “wait till the dust settles” before responding. It is very satisfying that you have found it a comfort to read the blog and I am even happier that you took time out to comment.
I would not like to dwell on Junior’s motivations as he is very much the exception here and I am sure he means well, despite his lack of diplomacy towards my life and that of my usual “audience”.
Of course you are right that a range of reactions is a risk we take in expressing our life preferences when they don’t fit the societal average. In such a case when I express myself in a public forum, I do expect my preferences to come as a surprise to some people. I just wish they could accept we are not all the same and just maybe there are some things they could learn from people who do not obey self inflicted limits they perceive to be the publics view as normal.
I am very interested that you have “never felt the need to bring my rubber craving into any of my relationships both with friends or my LTR”. I can certainly see how it is “me” time and although there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, it is a shame that you cannot occasionally share it. It is similar to my situation. Although my partner accepts I am passionate about my habitual sealed state, my partner does not share this passion on a day in, day out basis. And again I can certainly relate to the joy of some degree of secret life – which again reinforces the “me” time and makes me feel alive and special.
You wonder about if the desire would lessen if you had the opportunity to be in rubber for longer and more regularly. It an interesting point and I can only speak of my experience. You would have to try for yourself to know for sure but I predict there are as many degrees of rubber lifestyle as there are people and each may find a different threshold that delivers the life they want. All I can say for certain is that rubber is a very potent material and, even with extreme familiarity of wear over months and years it never comes close to feeling anything other than special to me.
That is not to say it feels the same on day 2 as it did on day 1, let alone after a months. After time, I do get to a new state of sensual equilibrium with rubber which is much more easy to control, enjoy and live with than the sensory (and usually sexual) overload that I get on the first day of rubber encasement after days/weeks of a gap. If I give in to my feelings to quickly on day one, the usual animal instinct swiftly take over and I may find it difficult and even uncomfortable to be in rubber after the inevitable satisfaction. If I resist it become a sort of excruciating tug of war between libido and my desire to exist and function as a rubber encased person for the whole day. This I have described previously as the (delicious) agony of a rubber enclosed person. It has all the same feelings of being sexually alive and stimulated, as well as an epic battle of will to keep in the zone (just on the right side of sexual release) and even sometimes physical discomfort.
In making it through a while day on the first day back as a rubber encased person, it often feels like I have made it through some sort of difficult mental and physical challenge. The first day is quite unlike the subsequent days, which are much easier and pleasant to live with, if not as “animal”. When the animal is tamed, I find there is a much calmer sensual world to be explored and of course, the animal can be let off its lead as and when it is needed.
With regard to my “addiction”, at the moment I feel calm about it. There certainly is evidence of a dependent behaviour pattern, but the extreme “hotel” scenario is just that – a blip on an otherwise manageable lifestyle. Of course this is why I wrote about it. Everyone has a bad day and I was more “interested” in a theoretical time when it could become the norm than an expectation that it definitely will happen. I thought it would captivate the imagination of the reader and I am genuinely interested to explore if I am in any physiological danger – for obvious self interest reasons. The thought of such a dependent transition both worries me and thrills my imagination.
It interesting to think the hotel incident may only have happened because I could accommodate it into my work/life schedule. In this case I was able to work from the hotel and it was not an inconvenience to anyone but me. If this had not been the case, I wonder how much inconvenience it would have taken before I would have been able to stave off my feelings for just a few hours to get home. At the moment I think I could have probably overcome my obsession, if only I had a sufficiently pressing reason to.
I am going to think on the idea of timetables/frameworks and even quotas for rubber encasement / non-rubber life. I did start out this way in 2005 to kick-start my transition to a more rubber encased life, but I found their prescriptive nature did not flex with my unstructured life or became too complex to manage. That is why I adopted my simple entry/exit rules. Perhaps it is time to re-examine the idea...
Sealed
There are a number of over arching issues raised in the post. First concerns the negatives consequences of addiction to one's life. I tend to think of an addiction as almost always having some sort of negative consequences. In the extreme there are health consequences of varying degrees of concern.
Psychological "dependency" is a more nebulous condition. We all have habits and addictions which when faced with withdrawal experience anxiety and stress. In this case the addiction become a "normal state" and without it one experience stress.
Working out your lifestyle to accommodate an addiction is one solution to coping with many of the consequences. But this often means that your lifestyle removes you from "normal" - traditional activities.
Working such a selfish addiction out with a partner is more complex as M Cholet notes it is "me time". Sealed has made it pretty clear that the entire experience is about what happens in his own skin, in his own brain and a partner palys no part whatsoever. What he needs is a partner that finds his addiction acceptable. This is someone who can see him inside his enclosure and communicate with him when needed. This would seem to demand a partner with few demands as her partner is hardly "there"
The take away here is that Sealed has little interest aside from work and rubber enclosure unless he simply has ignored writing about other issues.
As far as friends go, how does one account for "missing time" .. or does one out one self and just find work arounds and spend time with friends when not enclosed?
If this lifestyle works for Sealed and those who depend on him fine and dandy. I venture to say that it wouldn't for almost the entire human population with a handful of exceptions when enclosure is practiced to this extent.
Dark
Hi there. I've only just found your blog and what a post to start with! Before I get into anything else I want to thank you for creating such a journal, I think there will be a lot of reading in store for me while I catch up.
I've read all the comments and am hoping that I'm not too late to add my own or that they won't be too repetitive. I'm going to be the enabler here and tell you that I'm completely supportive of what you're doing and that I don't think that you're necessarily addicted, although dependent might be possible.
This conversation and question you're asking yourself revolves around a lot of semantics. And ultimately you're the only one who can truthfully answer the question.
Why do I think you're not addicted? Two reasons: Firstly, to paraphrase what others have said "...the term addiction is used to describe a recurring compulsion by an individual to engage in some specific activity, despite harmful consequences, as deemed by the user him self to his or hers individual's health, mental state or social life". You're the only one who can decide if there's any harm to what you're attempting.
Granted, when you found yourself undergoing something akin to a withdrawal in the hotel room, that would lean towards indicating an addiction but another view of it is that since you've chosen to condition yourself both mentally and physically to wearing rubber almost as much as possible, I'd say that you were simply caught off guard. The first time I spent 24 hours in a leather straitjacket and had it removed, both my top and I felt my reaction which was profoundly as if my skin had suddenly been stripped away. We certainly didn't expect that.
And secondly, which ties back in to the first reason; you're making a conscious choice to take this route. To wear rubber as much as possible. I seriously envy both your opportunity and fortitude to do so. I've only fantasized about such a thing and much of the time I can't even sleep through the night in my own rubber.
We're also talking about a fetish here and fetishes are incredibly powerful forces in our lives and honestly I don't think enough people will even admit to having even just one fetish much less give themselves the freedom to explore them. Where fetishes and addictions are concerned, there's most likely some overlap but I suspect it's a give and take situation.
I don't know if or how much you're not socializing with friends or such because you'd rather stay inside and encase yourself in rubber or if wearing rubber is having that kind of impact on your life but again, whether anyone else agrees with it or understands it, if that's what you choose and what gives you the most satisfaction then by all means I say you should explore it. I myself have often considered doing much the same thing but then I add the complication of seriously wanting to share my life and that experience with another. If it is the case though where you need to venture out either for work or for socializing and don't want to go without rubber I wanted to ask if you've just worn rubber under your clothes so that the only parts of you not covered are your head and your hands? There's no reason to have to "suffer" or go without, unless wearing rubber under your clothes might have some kind of negative impact to your job or what have you. I know some of the physical problems with doing so, including sweating and the leaks around zippers or from the sleeves for instance, as well as maintaining bodily functions, but in many instances, I think it's just a case of getting the right gear in place. Eventually, I intend to have a neck entry suit with attached feet and no zippers so I can avoid problems with leaking for instance. I realize that your head and hands will still be exposed but having rubber on over everything else might make your time away from complete encasement more tolerable.
I'm eager to read your archives and to hear more about your efforts and experiences. I hope that in your experiments and self exploration through all of this, that you find the right balance that's good for you and that you find it to be an overall positive experience, even while you work through the hard times or unexpected pitfalls.
Cheers,
Auxugen
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