Returned to babyhood

Summary: I was taken back to babyhood at twelve years old

it all started when I was 11 years old. I was an only child and done 
normal things for my age, had many friends, but there was one thing 
missing, I hardly seen my father, because he always worked abroad with 
his job. My mother was very ill at the time and was always in hospital. 
we had nothing to do with close family, so a lady friend of my father 
took me in and looked after me alongside her 18 month old daughter. 
After a few weeks living with her my mother died, so now this lady 
became my new mother. After a few weeks she decided to return to 
Scotland, and my dad told me that I would be going with her to start a 
new life. The problem was I did not want to leave my friends, my life 
was in the Midlands. So eventually I had no choice but to go with my 
new family to Scotland. I found it very hard to settle, and I became a 
rebel. I started to drink alcohol, I would pinch cigarettes from her 
and I got expelled from the local school. I started to have special 
lessons at home a few hours a day with a special needs teacher. My 
stepmother was a very strong woman and coped well with my behaviour. 
The final straw was when I started to wet the bed every night. This was 
very humiliating for me because now I was 12 years old. With the help 
of her sister they laid down some strict rules with me that would 
humiliate me even more. I remember the day well, the weekend-- had just 
started.

We were well into the summer when my life change forever. They made me 
watch them burn all my jeans, t-shirts, and underwear, and the final 
insult, they burnt my bed and mattress because they said I had ruined 
it with my bedwetting. I was made to sit around for a few hours with no 
clothes on when they told me what was going to happen to me. Because I 
was very small for my age they told me I would be sleeping once again 
in a cot with a rubber mattress, and I would be moving into the nursery 
with her daughter. I was to be treated exactly the same as her. This 
meant going back into nappies fulltime, having the same meals has her 
but with one difference, all my drinks will be from a baby bottle, she 
was allowed a baby cup. I would not be allowed to wear any trousers 
around the house or in the garden, just a nappy and t-shirt. And 
because I was more of a baby then her daughter I would go to bed every 
night 1 hour before her. This meant I was in bed for 6.00pm. And I 
would have to stay in bed till 7.00am because I was put in reins. I was 
made to have my last drink in my cot. The humiliation did not stop 
there I would not be aloud to talk to anyone I was made to suck on a 
dummy, and was only aloud to take it out if someone removed it. The 
humiliation carried on I started to have my lessons in the afternoon at 
home, but in the morning I started to attend her sister's nursery for 
under 5s for a few hours. I was one of three out of 15 kids wearing 
nappies, and I was made to wear a school uniform for morning lessons 
and afternoon lessons witch consisted of short trousers and a cap. This 
age group of kids became my new friends because I was not allowed to 
mix with any kids my age. Also, the only television I was allowed to 
watch was children's programmes. Adult programmes and the love of my 
life-- football-- was banned from me. Even my food was all mashed up 
for me and I was not allowed to feed myself. This went on for some 
years. The daughter had her own room from when she was 5 years old. And 
she was allowed to stay up until 8.00pm every night. Me, meanwhile, was 
still in bed at 6. 00pm every night strapped into my cot. Even in the 
daytime she had the freedom of the house. She started to dress in 
modern clothes, helping her mom around the house for a few hours a day. 
I still had to sit in the playpen out the way or put into a disabled 
buggy just wearing a nappy.

The most thing I could not stand was lying in my cot at night and her 
daughter would bring the bottle of milk up to me and give it me through 
the bars off the cot. It used to make me angry to think I was on the 
wrong side of those bars. Other times I used to feel depressed is when 
they would be having a barbeque in the garden they would be drinking 
and eating playing games, and I was made to sit in my buggy with a 
bottle of milk and some toasted soldiers, and then some of the older 
girls would push me down to the river and try to bottle feed me 
themselves. I actually nearly got the chance to get away from her when 
I was sixteen her mom was babysitting me, and she tried to change my 
nappy in the cot, but found it difficult. So she made sure my hands 
were bound and released the reigns, she took me out of the cot and took 
me down stairs. She told me the only way she can change nappies was 
over her lap, and because I was still small for my age she would try it 
that way. So she proceeded to change me with success. She kept me over 
her lap and when she started to bottle-feed me this took about 20 
minutes to finish. When I noticed she had gone to sleep, I managed to 
slide of her lap and fall on the floor, and tried to get to the back 
door, I managed to get away and run to the next farm house, dressed 
only in a nappy. When I got there to my horror my stepmother was 
actually having lunch with them, and she was shocked to see me there. 
She quickly took me back home, removed my nappy , and gave the biggest 
spanking on my backside I've ever had. I was strapped into my cot for 
three days with one nappy change per day, no food. and only baby milk 
to drink. I hardly had any movement in my cot for the three days 
because she really tightened the reigns on me. This actually finished 
when I got to eighteen, and I finally got away, the problem his I had 
been wearing nappies and had baby food for more than 6 years I was 
still only 5ft 2ins and weighed just over 7 stone, I found it very hard 
to go back to using the toilet again, and eating normal food, that's 
why now I still rely on wearing nappies.