I've always been an overachiever. I was expected to be the best at everything and to be perfect. But no matter how well I did, it was never enough. I received honor awards in school and was consistently top of my class, but it wasn't good enough. Several times, my teachers had recommended me to advance and skip a grade, but my parents said no.
I was set up to fail from the beginning by parents with unrealistic expectations. They would never be pleased or proud of me but I didn't realize this until much later. I had no positive reinforcement or affection growing up. I didn't realize what I was missing. It was just my normal.
Maybe that's why i have such a praise kink now. Okay more than maybe. The slightest approval and recognition from Daddy sends shivers through my body and fills me with a rush of endorphins. It's like I've been starving for it my whole life. When He calls me nicknames and pet names, it gives me butterflies. When he praises me or shows affection, I'm like a flower. Slowly unfurling my delicate petals to bask in His sunshine. Daddy gives me the nourishment I've always needed to finally be the me I was meant to be.
