Confession of an Adult Little at My Coffee Shop Job

I work as a barista at this quaint little coffee shop. It’s a place where everyone knows your name and you know their usual order before they even walk in the door. The vibe is relaxed, but I’ve been carrying around this big secret that feels heavier than any of our giant iced lattes. Recently, I started playing as a little, yes, at my adult job. It all began when I was just trying to figure out how to deal with my anxiety in a healthier way after years of struggling. My partner suggested DDLG and, well, it turned out to be a life-changer. One day, feeling overwhelmed by the chaos around me, I decided to put on one of the outfits that represent my little side, just for myself, hidden away from everyone else. But here’s the kicker: while checking the freezer for creamers (something we all do automatically), I ended up wearing it in front of the entire staff. It was a full-on moment where every eye was on me and everyone froze. And then... one of my coworkers started laughing, which kind of broke the tension but also made me want to crawl under a table. I managed to get back behind the counter without causing any major issues. Yet there it is: I am this person now, an adult barista who occasionally slips into a little role to help with mental health stuff. It’s both scary and freeing all at once, but I couldn’t turn away from what helps me feel better. My coworkers may or may not know about my secret yet; I haven't figured out how to handle that part. So here's the confession: An adult barista who sometimes slips into being a little in order to deal with work stress and anxiety, all while trying to keep it hidden from everyone but her partner. Is this just me overthinking things? Or is there something fundamentally wrong about it? I'm not sure if anyone else deals with situations like this or if I’m the only one struggling.