Confession of a Late Bloomer

I've been in grad school for three years now, and only recently did I admit to myself that I'm into DDLG. It wasn't some grand epiphany; more like realizing I was hungry but not sure what kind of meal would satisfy me until the right food showed up on my plate. The first time it happened, with a friend from one of my classes who had similar tastes, felt... odd. Like stepping into an unexpected role that just fit perfectly. We played out a scenario where they took care of me and I acted like a somewhat immature student grateful for their guidance. It was intimate in ways I hadn't anticipated, but strangely comforting to let go of some of the responsibility and burdens I carry every day as a grad student.