Law School's Dark Secret

I’ve always prided myself on being logical and analytical, traits I honed while pursuing my undergraduate degree in philosophy. My peers thought I was just a cerebral type, but the truth is that ever since stepping into law school, an odd desire began to consume me. I suppose it started innocuously enough: seeing classmates engage in mock courtroom dramas or watching Law & Order reruns late at night could make me feel strangely nostalgic for some simpler time when roles were more clearly defined and expectations straightforward. But that nostalgia soon morphed into a deeper, darker urge. Around midterms last semester, I met her through an obscure subreddit dedicated to adult age-play scenarios. She was a law graduate student, a bit older than me, late twenties, and had been involved in similar dynamics with others before but never quite the way we’d begun discussing them together. We agreed on some ground rules: everything would be consensual, nothing too extreme, and most importantly, it had to feel like play rather than real life. I was the little boy who still needed guidance and discipline while she assumed the role of a stern yet caring parent. Our sessions began tentatively enough with basic guidelines around study habits and meeting deadlines for classes we both shared. As weeks passed though, our interactions grew bolder. My playful insistence on being reminded to brush my teeth before bed or carry a backpack like I was six again became more frequent. She indulged me in the roleplay, setting boundaries that she enforced with strict but loving discipline. The dynamic felt liberating yet unsettling, there were moments when I wasn’t sure if I was just playing along out of curiosity or genuinely embracing an inner desire to regress temporarily. It’s funny how these roles can blur; sometimes her reprimands left me feeling both embarrassed and strangely comforted. As for our private meetings, they became a mix of intellectual discourse about legal cases and gentle reminders that no matter how complex the law gets, I needed to remember basic responsibilities too. Looking back now, it’s clear this was never about actual childhood regression but rather an outlet for stress relief and emotional intimacy within controlled bounds. We’ve kept our agreement strict, never crossing into real-life scenarios or lasting past term breaks when schedules shift too much. I can’t help but wonder if anyone else out there feels similarly conflicted yet oddly liberated by such playacting...