Hmm I forget how old I was the first time
I became interested in diapers or where the interest came from . . . I'd
imagine I was eight or nine somewhere around there my aunt had recently
had a baby and was visiting so while I was destroying the house or whatever
I did back then I happened to see the diaper bag I don't know why but I
took a diaper and hid it in my room. When I went to bed that night I tried
to put the diaper on and as luck would
have it my mom walked in and found me trying to put it on :( she took it
from me and asked what I thought I was doing . . . diapers are for babies
and I'm not a baby RIGHT? then she left the room and
I could hear her telling my aunt about it. I was never confronted again
about it, and lost interest as time went on then when I was about 12 or
13 I had a 3 yo brother and again I thought about diapers so one day I
took one to my room and hid it, that night I tried to put on the diaper
and again it didn't fit. so I tried to figure out how I could get one that
fit, the next day I took two and used the tapes of one to tape it to the
other but it wouldn't fit around my waist still so I used some kind of
tape that was in my room to tape it to my waist, this wasn't very effective
as it leaked but hey . . . So the next couple weeks I just kept trying
different ways to make it fit better and not leak etc. For a while I just
wore diapers like that, then we moved and I decided that I wanted to try
some diapers that fit so I tried to get enough courage to go to the store
and buy some . . . when I finally did I also went to another store and
got a paci and a bottle :) and was very happy for a while but somehow my
brother (two years younger than me) found out I was wearing diapers and
told my mom . . .I think I was 14 at the time Anyway I got this strange
feeling that something was going to happen one night so I threw out everything and
the next night my mom came in and asked why I was wearing diapers I freaked
out and just kind of stood there confused about how she knew I finally
said I don't know, then she asked if I wanted to talk to a shrink about
it and I said "NO!!!" and told her I would stop wearing diapers and convinced
myself I would also but about a month later I was wearing diapers again
and being more careful about it and I did that till about a month ago.
Then I got this crazy idea that if I started wetting the bed again I would
get diapered . . . well it worked and I was diapered for it but I thought
the doctor was on to me so I stopped before I got caught again . . . The
doctor thought it was a miracle and mom did too but I was without diapers
again :( I did have one other option, to tell my mom about being an ABY
but I didn't have enough courage to actually tell her so I printed up an
essay on infantilism that someone from IRC had
given me (to this day I don't know who it was, but THANKS!) and left it
on my desk where she would find it, sure enough the next day she was reading
it. I had just woken up and she was in her room reading at the time so
I stayed away half scared of her reaction to it. Finally she came in my
room and said "I read your papers." She wasn't mad or anything when she
said it, that was a BIG relief. As it turns out she doesn't mind me being
an ABY and is glad that I am more interested in becoming a baby again than
doing drugs or getting arrested :) No, she doesn't diaper me or anything
like that. I would prolly be embarrassed if she did but that's just me.
